Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2017 04:54:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Year Gone VI The next couple days were long and hot but the work was pretty easy. We ranged far and wide on that corner of the property, saw lots of animals including the elk herd. Goddamn those beasts were huge and they didn't seem much perturbed by our presence either. "We'll probly hunt out here come October Colt," Smokey said, "Maybe you'll get your first elk." I wasn't sure I wanted to kill one of the majestic animals and voiced that thought. Kenny said he understood cuz he didn't care for shooting them either. The young hottie had shot his first deer when he was 7, Jared and Smokey having gotten theirs at 6 years old. "You may well change your mind about that once you're on a hung Colt," Smokey said. "Once you get out there and you're stalking your prey, and trying to sneak up on it, well, it gets your blood running sort of, kind of like when you get naked with a bunch of boys. The other thing too is that killing an animal is good for most herds so that they don't get over populated. I know that may sound strange but it's true." As one might expect we were naked and hard just about any time that we weren't actually working and at least once when we were working. One of the days was somewhat overcast but still hot and Jared suggest that we work without clothes on. Nobody argued with that so we stripped to just boots, gloves and hats. I have to say that it was pretty interesting going around naked and working like that. We went about our business and nobody got a boner, everybody's cocks and balls swaying about just as natural as can be. Sometimes when someone bent over their asshole was in clear view but because we all like assholes so much it wasn't gross or anything like that. Seeing Smokey bent over and his huge balls hanging in the air was pretty amazing, even Jared and Kenny thought so. True to his word, Smokey's asshole was as smooth as a baby's butt as was his big sac of eggs. Of course being naked we had to be careful of the barbed wire. None of us wanted to get snagged by a barb anywhere on our bodies let along our cock or balls. I'd already gotten a slight cut on my forearm that didn't feel good at all. Still it was fun as fuck and I thought about any of my friends doing it and chuckled. They didn't have a clue about what they were missing. As my mind wandered to my friends and what they might be doing at that moment I thought ahead to Christmas. I figured I'd be going home but didn't have a clue whether or not that was true or not. Hell, it wasn't even the 4th of July yet. But I also wondered about Smokey going home with me and maybe even Kenny and Jared. It would be fun for instance taking them to the Caribbean, to our island. I wouldn't even think about introducing them to any of my friends because I knew that Smokey at least would be very uncomfortable. He was a country boy and he knew it and had already said as much. "Earth to Colt," I heard Smokey say and came back to the present. "Sorry, I was just thinking," I said lamely. My friend chuckled, said he knew it then handed me the end of a strand of wire. "Set that in the post will ya please." I did as I'd been taught, hammering a brad in about 3 inches from the end of the wire then doubling the end back to lay alongside the strand itself and hammering another brad that that captured both strands. We continued on for another couple hours then rode back to the cabin for lunch with ended with lots of cock and sperm for dessert. The other 3 ended up jacking off on my face while I took turns blowing them. I loved sucking on Kenny because he was smaller but also because he was so smooth. Eventually I would discover that playing with hairless boys was quite a bit of fun. While I was on my knees sucking a cock, one of the other boys was sucking on mine. Again, working on Smokey's monster was just plain incredible. I loved how big and hard he was and of course while I was sucking him I was looking right at his rippled stomach. Jesus Christ almighty Smokey's body was amazing, especially for a 15 year old. I loved just rubbing the thing along my cheek, feeling the warmth and firmness of his flesh. I will say that during that summer I did have some doubts about my sexual orientation. I mean, how could a boy love doing stuff with other boys so much and not be gay. But then I thought about some of the other boys that I had done stuff with, Kenny for instance and Larry and any number of other boys that seemed just like me. Some of them actually had girlfriends and if some of them were to be believed, they were fucking girls as well as boys. We'd had a discussion about it around a campfire one night, 8 naked boys that had just shot their sperm into a mouth, an asshole, or on the ground. "It's like this, at least for me," a boy named Mike had said. "I just love having a hard cock and having someone do stuff with it. I mean, when your eyes are closed, who can tell if it's a boy or a girl sucking your dick. When I have a boner I don't care the least little bit if I'm with a boy or a girl. Hell, I been with both at the same time and I love it all. You know what; girls love seeing 2 boys do stuff together just like boys like seeing two girls together. Hell fire, tain't no thang boys," he said, ending his discourse, really putting on the country. Come Spring time I would have the opportunity to prove to myself that I was at least bi-sexual and not 100% gay. Five of us boys fucked two little girls for the better part of an afternoon. Smokey was invited but wouldn't go. He told me to go and to have fun and he was totally sincere about it. He and I would have a discussion about it later after which he fucked the shit out of me. I will say though that I fucked both girls once and one of them twice. That second time I was in her cunt while another boy had his cock up her asshole but I was doing most of the work. It was amazing. I might tell that story sometime, I haven't decided. Of course it won't be in this actual story but in the bi-sexual section. So, when time came to cum I was on my knees looking up and the boys all stood around me and jacked off. Jared shot first, his stream of sperm landing with one end on my bangs while the rest of it draped down over my eye lid. The second squirt hit the side of my nose. Before he was done Kenny shot his young sperm on the other side of my face. Of course, Smokey's cum went every fucking where. I felt each stream of his sperm hit my face and my friend went out of his way to direct where his cum went so when it was over my face and one ear was dripping sperm. Smokey ended by rubbing his spermy cock head against my mouth so I opened wide and took it in and suckled it while I jacked off and show my own sperm out onto the ground. Kenny ran into the house and brought out a hand mirror to show me and I swear I looked like a ghost. There was barely any skin that didn't have cum on it. The second night in the cabin we all mobbed Jared and did the same thing to him that we'd done to Kenny the night before. The black haired little hottie was wearing a pair of light pink panties that showed off his cock and highlighted his amazingly little ass. Kenny fucked Jared first and I went second. I loved fucking. I loved the tightness of a butthole on my cock. I loved feeling my balls smacking against a boys' butt as I fucked him as hard as I could. I loved the feeling when I shot my sperm into a boy, and of course I loved the feeling when a Boy squirted while I was inside of him. I could feel his asshole grip on my cock which made it even better. Jared held onto my ass and talked through the entire thing. "I love your cock in my asshole Colt, god your cock is almost perfect for fucking me," and so on. I lasted longer that time than I had when I'd fucked Kenny. Watching Smokey stuff his huge cock in Jared's asshole was, like the night before, an incredible thing to watch. It was hard to believe that such a tiny tight hole could expand to accommodate something as thick as a grown man's wrist, yet it did. Smokey fucked Jared long and hard causing the boy to cum without anyone touching his cock. Kenny and I watched, hugging and kissing each other as Smokey plowed Jared's ass. I loved holding Kenny. He was a somewhat small boy which made him so cuddly and of course rubbing down onto his little butt was, well, awesome. The boys wanted to mob me the 3rd night but I begged off. I'd given it a great deal of thought and I really wanted Smokey to be the first to fuck me. I explained it to my friends who understood completely. Kenny of course though that was the sweetest thing but added, "You better do it on a Saturday night." Jared laughed and I didn't understand why. "You may have trouble walking the next day," Kenny explained, "and this time of year we don't work on Sunday's." So, we mobbed Smokey. It was interesting at one point seeing Kenny and Jared working on his cock at the same time. Hell if there had been room I could have been in there too. Instead I was between Smokey's legs working on his big fat balls and while I was there I made a decision. "Pull your legs back Smokey," I said in a husky voice. The other two boys moved and took hold of the older teen's legs and pulled them back. I didn't hesitate because I'd given it plenty of thought. I put my face right in there and started licking Smokey's hole. I loved it and by the third or fourth swipe of my tongue I buried my face in so close that I could barely breathe. Holy shit, who would have thought. I worked all over his puckered muscle, up under his balls, and everything in between. I wondered about that seam flesh that runs from an asshole and across a boys' sac. I knew it was sensitive because Smokey had licked on mine. I enjoyed the feel of it against my tongue. About 3 minutes into it Smokey groaned. "Oh man Colt, get your hard cock into my ass and fuck me. I can't wait for it any longer, please fuck me." Kenny had moved up to have Smokey suck his cock while I licked him so he was the one that moved and got the lube. I moved to my knees, my mouth still on Smokey's hole, while Kenny smeared my cock with the lube. As soon as I got out of the way he did Smokey's hole and finger fucked him a little bit. "I'm ready Colt, get your cock in me right now." Even Smokey's voice was deeper than usual. I moved in close, holding my cock pointed at the target area. Smokey had reached down and pulled his butt cheeks open farther for me and when my swollen cock head touched his hole I swear that I felt a slight jolt of electricity shoot through my body. "God Colt, hurry and get your boner in me," the teen panted. I pressed my cock head against the muscle and pushed, and pushed some more and as usually happens, I slipped inside of him. Despite my inexperience I still stopped to allow him to adjust to the invasion but Smokey wasn't having any of that. "Don't stop Colt, keep going and put it all inside me." I did as Smokey asked and slipped the rest of my cock into him until my moss was pressed against his but and as I did it Smokey's eyes seemed to roll back in his head slightly, an expression that I would learn reflected the intense and lovely feelings that were rushing through his exquisite teenage body. "This is sooo nice Colt," he said in a husky voice. "Go ahead now, fuck me." Staying on my knees I started the process, pulling about half way out before sliding back inside of him. In the beginning, Jared offered Smokey his rock hard cock which my boyfriend, and that was how I thought of him, took it greedily. Kenny moved alongside me and nuzzled my neck and felt my butt as it moved back and forth, powering my boner in and out of Smokey's ass. It was great fucking Smokey. Sure, I'd fucked Kenny already but Smokey was special. Looking down onto Smokey's face made my little heart do a pitter patter. His beautiful blue eyes were half closed, a look I recognized on my own face when I looked into a mirror was I was up in a fog of hotness. I kept up a good steady rhythm, moving my boner in and out of his ass hole. Smokey was panting and grunting as I moved in and out of him seeming to love that he was getting fucked. Part of it may have been the fact that it was me who was fucking him for all I knew. Next to us Jared was getting Kenny ready for plowing his tender little pantie clad ass, although the panties were long gone. Smokey reached around and began rubbing on my butt, kneading the flashy globes as I fucked him. "This was everything that I ever dreamed it would be Colt," Smokey said softly. "Having your cock inside of me is the most glorious thing that ever happened to me." He was quiet a moment then said in a very soft voice, "I love you so much Colt. God I'm glad I met you." My little heart was beating like the dickens, hearing what Smokey had to say. I loved him too, I was pretty sure of that but I was also pretty sure that I didn't then, nor would I ever, love him in the same way or with the same depth that he professed to love me. Smokey knew that too so it was okay. I leaned forward then lowered my upper body so that we could kiss and boy, did we ever. "Fuck me like a girl Jared," his adorable young lover said, "I want to see your face while you fuck my little pussy." Smokey and I both watched Jared slide inside of Kenny's tight little asshole. I swear that when the head went through the muscle Kenny's eyes rolled backwards and he let out a huge sigh. Goddamn that boy loved getting fucked. Jared sunk into Kenny just as slick as you please and started to fuck the boy right off the bat. He stopped after a moment and slipped his arm under Kenny's leg then leaned forward and put his hands on the bed alongside Kenny's narrow chest. "Oh God Jared I love it when you fuck me like this," the young hottie groaned then Jared started to fuck him in a nice steady rhythm. We were so close together that our legs were touching. I would never have considered being part of two couples fucking in the same room, let alone the same bed and that so close together. It was fun, erotic, and intense all at the same time. Kenny's hand reach over and rubbed on Smokey's hip. I elected to move my body and put my arms under Smokey's legs like Jared had done to Kenny. "Oh yeah Colt that's much better," my lover groaned. Nobody spoke for a bit so the sounds in the room were primarily bodies slapping together in that millennia old rhythm of people procreating, fucking. The slapping sounds were pierced at various times by the grunt of the person getting fucking, a response to having a cock thrust into their bodies. In a way, it was a soothing sound to me. "Move us closer to I can kiss on Smokey," Kenny murmured. Staying pressed against his lover's body Jared maneuvered them closer. It was still a bit of a stretch for the two fucked boys but they managed. Even Kenny and I got a little bit of kissing in. "Fuck me to a cum baby," Kenny said in a husky voice. "Make my sperm shoot out from your cock fucking me." Jared seemed to ramp up his action and began slamming into Kenny. My body was starting to change out too and I knew that it wasn't going to be long before I was going to shoot my own sperm into Smokey. At various times both Kenny and I pressed into our boys and ground our little butts around in circles, trying for different angles which created little spikes of pleasure, at least it did for me. Smokey's hands rested on my forearms and he alternated between looking into my eyes, and closing his as the intense feelings of lovemaking shot through his body. Kenny reached over between Smokey and me to take hold of my lover's cock. He didn't need to move his hand at all because my fucking Smokey caused his body to move inside Kenny's closed fist. "Won't be long now," Smokey said and Kenny agreed. "Fuck me now Jared, fuck my ass good and hard. Fuck I love when you fuck me baby, I love your cock fucking my pussy. Make me cum Jared, make my sperm shoot out." Kenny started making a grunting sound each time Jared slammed his cock into the boy. I tried to emulate Jared's action and started to hammer Smokey's asshole which seemed to be what my boy needed. "Fuck yeah, like that Colt, fuck me hard like that." "I think I'm going to cum soon Smokey. I feel like I'm gonna cum." "Do it Colt, cum in me, shoot your sperm into me. Next to us Kenny let out a shriek. "Oohhh gaaawwd," the boy cried out. "I'm cumming I'm cumming." Kenny had wrapped his legs around Jared ass and was holding on as if his life depended on it. But during it all he didn't let go of Smokey's big fat cock. "Shit me too," Smokey said all of a sudden then groaned loudly. I felt his asshole constrict on my boner and the third time that it happened I started to cum and announced it. A second later my sperm was shooting into Smokey. "I can feel you squirting Colt," Smokey said in a deep, lust laden voice. "It's making me cum again. Jared announced his sperming as well and once again both he and I ground into our lover's, wiggling our little butts then going back to power fucking them. Like all good cum's it was all over way sooner than any boy wanted it to be. Jared and I slowed down then finally came to a stop so then the only sound was of 4 boys panting like racehorses as we all came down off our high. Jared and I both stayed inside our respective partner's and for me it was because I loved being inside Smokey. I loved the tight feeling on my cock but mostly I think I love the close contact with him. "Lay on me Colt," he said so I worked at getting my arms from underneath him then lay my weight on his rock hard body. Goddamn that boy was firm. Smokey's hands roamed up and down my back, spent some time kneading my butt, which I loved. My head was resting on his shoulder with my face all but pressed into his neck. "I love you Colton James Koregan," he said softly. "I love you too Smokey," I whispered in his ear, the warmth of my breath causing him to shiver. Next to us Jared and Kenny were whispering their love for each other. A moment later my cock squished out of Smokey's ass. With his arms around me, he rolled us onto our sides and we kissed a little bit, soft "thank you for the good fuck" kisses. "I gotta clean up baby," Kenny said. Apparently Jared's cock had softened and slipped out of the hot boys' pussy. Smokey and I got off the bed too and my boyfriend found his underwear and stuffed them between the rock hard cheeks of his ass to clean up my sperm while Kenny went to use the outhouse. When Smokey removed his underwear he let out a long loud fart that caused all of us to laugh. There wasn't hardly anything as funny as a fart. Jared and I washed our cocks off and Smokey did a cursory cleaning of his asshole then Jared snagged a bag of beef jerky and the three of us tromped outside where Kenny met us a few minutes later. The evening was warm but of course would cool rapidly after the sun went down. Smokey got a fire going to help keep us warm through the night. As couples, we alternated sleeping in the bed and outside. The bed was okay for playing on but 4 boys trying to sleep through the night on it was more than impossible. Talk was light, some of it about the upcoming holiday, and what fun that might be. There were also a few county fairs that we'd be attending. Plenty of ranch hands participated in the rodeo activities and plenty of kids showed off their prized farm animals. Jared and Kenny finally headed into the cabin while Smokey and I got into our combined sleeping bags to snuggle and make out a little bit. Smokey and I cuddled and talked softly. It felt good being in Smokey's arms, my body resting against his. I felt protected, safe, loved, secure and all of those kinds of things. As an adult, I would look back on that time with much fondness and when I was with girlfriends, and eventually my wife, I would try to create those same feelings for my partner. The next day we finished a few chores and after lunch we saddled up and headed back civilization, choosing to ride naked for the first few hours. We checked fences as we went and Smokey made note of some posts that would need replacing, if not this year then certainly next year. We also talked about how much fun we'd had and how much we enjoyed each other's company. "With some of the other boys," Kenny had said, "they sometimes have an attitude. It's like, they like getting their sucked or fucking a boy but they treat it like they don't like it and they're doing someone a favor. It's not like that with you guys," he said. "Besides, you guys accept me completely and don't give me shit about wearing panties. Some of those boys I wouldn't even let know that I like wearing them. You guys are the best and I hope we can all hang out together more." "Hooray hooray I second that," Jared said. Both Smokey and I agreed with all of it. There were a few other boys that felt the same as we did and during my time at the ranch the 4 of us and sometimes those other boys would have some really fun times. We also stopped along the way to do some target practice and I got to shoot my 30-30 for the first time. I discovered that Kenny was a crack shot with a rifle. "Just cause I'm a gay boy doesn't mean I can't do what straight boys do," he said, then added, "Except fuck girls that is." The boy shivered as if he'd been asked to eat a dog shit sandwich. "I can't even imagine looking at girl's pussy let alone putting my dick in one." Smokey and I met with grandpa as soon as we unpacked the horses and he listened attentively at Smokey's report. "The elk herd seems to be growing too sir," my friend reported. "I'm hoping that Colt will be able to bag his first one this fall." "What do you think about that Colt; getting your first kill?" I shrugged my shoulders then told him honestly that I wasn't sure that was something I wanted to do or was capable of doing. My gramps nodded his head and said he understood completely and that it wasn't something that needed to be decided that day. "On another note, I'm taking Belinda May on a little anniversary trip for a few days. We're leaving tomorrow. I assume that you'll be fine staying alone Colt." I nodded my head although I was a little concerned about it. "Maybe Smokey could stay here with me grandpa," I suggested. My grandpa's head not gave me the impression that he seemed to think that was a good idea. "What do you think Smokey. Care to keep my grandson company for a few days?" "I can do that sir," my friend said then looked to me. "Well then that's settled. I'll let your dad know," my grandfather said. "No need sir, I'll take care of it." I was a little surprised at that response but my gramps just nodded his head and said that was fine then asked Smokey what was on the agenda for the next week and Smokey relayed what his plans were and gramps nodded his head in agreement to it. There was some more ranch talk then Smokey left, stating he should go check in with his parents as well. "Maybe you could have breakfast with us in the morning Colt, since Mr. K will be dropping you off so early." Mr. K was about the most relaxed way that Smokey would refer to my grandfather even though gramps had told him it was okay to call him Colt. I said I'd see him for breakfast. I went upstairs and unpacked the small bag I'd taken with me then went back downstairs to clean my rifle. Grandpa was right there alongside me, watching but not directing. "So Colt, you've been here a week now. Has your opinion about being here changed?" I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "Yes grandpa, I have. Sure, there are some things that I miss but being here seems relaxing, even though I'm working much of the time. I can't explain it really." He said he understood completely. "City life in general and the life of the wealthy in particular require a great deal of energy and attention," he explained. "Out here we're busy as hell but there aren't the other day to day concerns. For instance, nobody gives a shit what you wear and we're all dressed pretty much the same. There isn't the drama that a social life seems to embrace." We talked some more about how things were going and then I brought up my thought about Christmas, stating I knew it was months away, buuuut. "I was thinking about how it might be fun to take Smokey to the Caribbean for Christmas. Maybe even Kenny and Jared. What do you think grandpa?" He seemed to reflect on that a bit. "It might be good for Smokey and even the other boys to see some different country, some white sandy beaches and water warm enough to swim in. You have to understand though Colt, that the lifestyle your family lives is the stuff of movies and novels to people around here. They would be way out of their element." "Yeah I thought about that grandpa so I wouldn't like, introduce them to any of my friends, just the family and you know how welcoming mom and dad are." He nodded his head then said we had plenty of time to think about it. I got the gun cleaned and put back together about the time that Belinda May came in with large bowls of banana splits with plenty of whipped cream, chocolate and caramel toppings with nuts and maraschino cherries on top. We all 3 dug in and went about eating with a little side talk. I asked gramps where they were going and he said Vegas. Gramps was going to fly them to the airport where I landed then he was going to fly them down in his Gulf 550 and they'd be back by Monday afternoon. "Just in time to start gearing up for the 4th and your first rodeo." After the banana splits we played a couple games of 3 man crib at which I failed miserably. After that I kissed gramps and Belinda May goodnight and trudged up to bed, my rifle under my arm. I stripped naked and climbed into bed and snuggled under my covers. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about Smokey and the fact that I was going to have him fuck me the next evening. The next morning I got dropped off at Smokey's house and met his mom and younger brother and sister. Except for his dad Mack, everyone was blonde haired and blue eyed. The little girl, an adorable 7 year old was named Sky. His 10 year old brother Stormy was possibly the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. His platinum blonde hair was a little overgrown, had some wave to it. His face was perfect, no flaws at all and was dominated by huge ice blue eyes and adorably kissable lips. Smokey's siblings were very nice to me but it seemed like Stormy was particularly attentive, insisting that he sit next to me while I waiting for Smokey to attend to some chores. "Where are you from," the young god asked in his high pitched preteen voice. I told him I live outside of New York City. He had read about New York and was dying to visit it someday. I told him perhaps he could come visit me and I thought the boy was going to faint. "Really, I could visit you there," he asked. Clearly the boy was excited and when I nodded my head he hugged me tightly. Interestingly enough his left hand rested on my crotch and I couldn't be sure but it seemed like his fingers were doing some exploring. Stormy finally sat back and we continued to talk until Smokey was finished with what he was doing and we all sat down to a breakfast of fried potato's sausage bacon and biscuits with sausage gravy. I would learn that was a staple for a country breakfast. Before we left Smokey's mother Sienna insisted that we have dinner with them that evening and we agreed. "Come on little brother," Smokey called to Stormy, "today is wood day." Two log truck loads had been dropped the day before and since there wasn't much else going on getting that taken care of was a priority. On the drive to the "sandbox" Stormy chattered away with me, often laying his hand on my thigh when making a point. There were already a dozen boys gathered around when we got there and being the oldest Smokey began doling out duties. Kenny was given the chore of marking the wood. Using a wooden dowel exactly 16 inches long he lay it on a log and using a red spray paint marked off the lengths. A majority of the homes used wood stoves with a standard 18-inch fire box hence the precise measurement. Smokey delegated other boys to haul the cut rounds to the splitter, boys to run the splitter and other boys to stack the freshly split wood. Off to a side was a stack of cedar round which were used for kindling. One boy, a 12 year old, used an axe to knock down the cedar into thin planks which the young boys then cut into kindling. Smokey directed his little brother to teach me all of the kindling steps then walked me through the wood splitting routine. It was pretty cool watching the younger boys make the kindling because the cedar was bone dry. A boy would set a piece of cedar usually not more than an inch thick by 12-14 inches tall and varying widths up to 10 inches. He would then use a small hatchet to split it down. When it's dry and there aren't any knots, it doesn't take much pressure to split cedar and in fact the hatchet doesn't need to go all the way through, much like a watermelon. The thin pieces literally explode off of the body of the piece you're working on. Picture a chef cutting up a vegetable and note how fast he can go through a single piece. It was the same with cedar kindling. A boy could keep his hatchet in constant motion and sail through a 10-inch wide piece of cedar in 15 seconds, the fairly uniform cut pieces flying off to the side. I tried my hand at cutting the rounds and then cutting them down to kindling sized sticks and found it relatively easy. All the while Stormy was right there teaching me and showing me and didn't spare the physical contact which included putting his hand on my butt. I began to wonder if the boy was just affectionate or if it was something else. About an hour into the project Stormy took me to the logs and watched while his brother showed me how to use a chain saw. "Ya gotta pay attention when working a chain saw Colt. They can buck backwards and cause a lot of damage. He showed me how to hold it, my hand on the top cross bar stiff to keep it in place while the hand on the throttle controlled the motion. He showed me how to hook the teeth under the chain into the log and using the throttle hand guard and let the chain pull its way through the log and at times using the see saw motion to help it along. It was scary for me the first few times. I'd never operated any machinery in my life. We were using 18" saws and they were loud and not that light, at least at first. I managed to get the hang of it and more than once after dropping a round to the ground Stormy patted my butt and said good job. My arms got tired after about 10 minutes so I was shown how to use the log splitter. A simple affair, the log was placed on a steel plate and the splitter comes down, slowly. The splitter is solid steel, shaped like a 4 point wedge, and not sharp in the least. The hydraulic pressure forces it through the round splitting into 4 pieces. Depending on the size of the round, the pieces might be split down even further using the log splitter or an axe or mall, and sometimes a wedge. With two chain saws going it didn't take but a couple hours to get the logs cut. We had to stop to refuel and add bar oil and once we had to replace a chain but that was it. I would learn that the tools on the ranch were maintained in top working condition at all times. I had said earlier that the wood was stacked but it wasn't really, it was simply tossed onto a pile and the reason was simple. It would cure or season faster. Being piled allowed larger gaps between the individual pieces so that the warm air would circulated through the pile much more freely than when stacked. Also, more expanse of wood was exposed to the hot summer sun which, on most days, ranged in the high 80's to low 90's and during a typical summer would hit 3 digits 20 or more days. There were 3 separate wood piles which were dictated by the size of the pieces. Smaller pieces to go atop the kindling when building a fire and then medium sized pieces that would be used to sustain a fire once it got going. The larger pieces were typically used for overnight. Typically a household would let their fire burn down to large hot coals then stuff the larger pieces in and fill around them with smaller pieces then damper the stove down. Done properly the fire wouldn't die out, the house would stay reasonably warm and it would allow for it to be brought to life in the morning without having to build a new fire. Kindling on the other hand was placed on end in plastic milk crates which were then stacked under a tin roofed lean-to. Since the kindling was pretty much uniform the crates stacked fairly easily. They did the same with smaller pieces of fir, pine and other trees that came from the splitting process. We stopped for lunch and went to Smokey's house and again, Stormy stayed pretty much glued to my hip. It seems almost as though the young boy was developing a crush on me and needless to say his older brother noticed but smiled indulgently, as did their mother. During the lunch he seemed to make sure that our legs or feet were touching and more than once he lay his hand on my thigh when expressing a question or comment. Sienna engaged me in conversation as well and like Stormy, she was interested in the places I'd been and things that I'd done. Obviously, her youngest son clung to every word. I have to say however, that their sister Sky was also attentive but the little girl wasn't engaging in the physical contact that her brother was. After lunch we hung out in the bedroom that Smokey shared with his little brother and of course Stormy was right there with us. The boy wanted to show me some of his possession, little things that boys tend to collect and once again Smokey indulged the youngling and allowed Stormy to occupy my attention. "How about we give you a drivin lesson Colt," Smokey after a half hour rest. "Can I go with you guys Smokey," his brother asked. "No, not this time sweet boy," Smokey said affectionately. "This is Colt's first time behind the wheel. Maybe next time, okay?" Stormy was disappointed but he said okay. His older brother ruffled his hair. "Good boy." So, that afternoon I got to drive for the first time. It was the old farm truck that I had first ridden in with Smokey and we had driven to an open spot where there was nothing close that I could damage. It was a stick shift too which made it all that more difficult. After a half dozen failed attempts to go forward Smokey said, "Let the clutch out slowly Colt, just like when you pull your cock out of my ass." Once I stopped laughing I did what he said. Low and behold I got us going forward, jerky, but going forward.