Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2018 22:45:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Year Gone X

I have discovered a few minor inconsistencies. If you haven't, then great.
If you have then gimme a break and N-joi the story. I have to more chapters
completed that take place around T-day and Xmas but need another chapter or
2 for lead in. So, much more to come.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I got the water going just as Stormy came into the bathroom and asked if he
could shower with me. Like I would refuse that.

We got in and Stormy asked if he could wash me again and I said yes so he
did. All the while he was saying how he'd been wanting to get fucked for
some time but wouldn't let any of the other boys fuck him, especially after
meeting me.

"You're so awesome a boy Colt and so cute, I just fell in love with you
right away. Not like Smokey did but you know what I mean. I really hope
that we can do more stuff but I understand if we can't. I did ask Smokey
about it before coming into the shower and he said he was okay with it so
at least that part is good." Hearing the little boy say that, plus his
working on my body, got me another boner. It wouldn't do but Stormy wanted
to suck my cock so I let him. Like the first time, just looking down on his
sweet face with my cock in his mouth was such a turn on. It didn't take
long before I was wanting to fuck his tight little ass again.

"I love that you have your foreskin Colt. I sure wish I still had mine." He
slid the skin back and forth over my cock head, investigating how it worked
then went back to sucking me. It didn't take long before I told him to stop
or I'd cum.

"Let me wash you now Stormy," I said. He let me rinse off then I went about
doing to him what he'd done to me and of course he got rock hard in
seconds. I sucked on his cock a little then made him turn and bent over and
I licked his puckered little butt hole and the underside of his balls. The
shower door opened and Smokey came in. I saw that he had a huge grin on his
face.

"I wondered what was taking so long," he said.

"I'm sorry Smokey I couldn't help it," his little brother said, "I just
love this so much."

"Don't worry about it sweet boy, I understand. It's okay. I'm the same way
especially when it comes to Colt.

"How about if I fuck you right here in the shower Stormy," I
suggested. Stormy looked to his brother to see what his thoughts were.

"I think that's a good idea Stormy. I can see that you need another
fuckin." Smokey's cock was on the rise.

"So, what do you guys think about Stormy sucking Smokey's cock while I fuck
him," I suggested.

"Hell yes," Stormy said excitedly. Smokey seemed to think about it for a
second or three then nodded his head and said it was a good idea. I had
Smokey sit on the shower bench and Stormy bend over in front of him. I
slathered Stormy's hole with hair conditioner and finger fucked him for a
moment and then did the same to my cock, smearing it with
conditioner. Stormy braced himself by putting his hands on the bench
alongside his brother then used one hand to pull his butt cheek open. Damn,
even his little hole was cute.

I stepped up, held my raging hard cock down and put it against his pink
puckered muscle. I put my hand on the cheek opposite of the one that Stormy
was holding open and pushed my swollen cock head to the muscle. While still
tight, I slipped inside of him a little easier than I had the first time
causing the young boy to grunt at the intrusion. Once I was firmly lodged I
put my other hand on his other cheek and held on while I slowly inserted my
cock all the way up his butt.

"Oh gosh Colt it feels better than the first time," Stormy groaned as I
bottomed out inside of him and my fuzz was against his pale skin. I gently
started to fuck the boy and he lowered his head to take his brother's cock
into his mouth. I got a steady motion going, watching as Stormy's head bob
in Smokey's lap. Smokey made eye contact with me and mouthed "fuuuuuck" and
grinned. He then mouthed "so fucking hot, my god". I had to agree.

"I love having your sweet mouth over my cock head Stormy," Smokey said,
"It's really making me hot having you suck my cock." I knew that Smokey
wasn't lying either because he just didn't lie. I picked up a little bit of
speed but I still wasn't fucking the boy real hard, just steady. I took
turns on each butt cheek, rubbing them and kneading the flesh. Of course
looking down on Stormy's tiny butt was incredible too. Like I said, I would
never have considered fucking a boy so young but I was sure loving fucking
Stormy.

Smokey reached out with one hand and stuck it up underneath his little
brother. I felt his finger exploring around Stormy's smooth young balls
then upward a little where his fingertips touched my cock as it slid in and
out the boys' hole.

"Damn Colt this is hotter than a fresh fucked fox," Smokey said, his voice
husky with lust. I felt this hand move but he didn't lean back so I assumed
that he was stroking his little brother's cock. I began to rock the boy as
I fucked him, slightly pushing and pulling his body as I picked up speed. I
began slamming into him hard, the slapping sound of our bodies colliding
made louder by the water on our bodies.

"I'm getting close you guys," I panted. I watched Smokey move his other
hand and knew that he'd taken hold of his monster cock and was jacking
off. I wondered if he was hoping to shoot a ton of sperm into his little
brother's mouth. I pulled Stormy to me, ground my little ass around a
little bit, then went back to power fucking the young boy. I could hear him
utter a sort of grunting sound each time I slammed my cock into him. Stormy
started wiggling his ass and pushing back to meet my thrusts. About a half
minute later he pulled his mouth off Smokey's cock.

"Fuck me hard Colt, fuck me hard," he cried out in his high pitched
voice. "Oh god oh god oh god," he groaned. I didn't think I could fuck him
any harder than I was but I sure tried.

"Aaiiieeee," he all but screamed and began whimpering. His asshole gripped
my cock like a vice and his knees sagged slightly. I held him in place and
a second later I was pumping sperm into his 10 year old body. I looked at
Smokey through eyes that were barely open as waves of pleasure rolled
through my body like a tidal wave.

"Oh fuck," Smokey groaned and his head went back against the shower wall
and his ass raised slightly up off the bench. Fuck, Smokey was cumming. I
saw Stormy's head flinch and knew he'd gotten blasted in the face. His
asshole kept pulsing as his body was wracked with a powerful orgasm and it
only made my own sperming that much better.

Smokey's head went back into an upright position, the expression on his
face was the one of mixed pleasure and pain, the kind when you're cumming
is incredibly powerful. I could tell he was pounding his cock then Stormy's
head went back down and Smokey groaned again because his little brother had
put the sweet mouth back over the spurting hose in order to have his
brother's sperm in his mouth.

I pressed into the young boy again, moved my ass around then went back to
fucking him but the moment has passed and my orgasm was slowing. That
shouldn't have been a wonder since I'd already cum twice in the past hour
and a half. I continued to fuck Stormy but slowed down considerably. Smokey
finally leaned back against the shower wall, panting heavily. Stormy raised
his head from his brother's cock But didn't make any move to do more than
that. I continued to hold him up though, sure that his knees were weakened
from his cumming. I don't know what it was, or is, about cumming in the
shower but I get weak as a mother fucker in the knees. Strange.

I finally stopped moving and began gently rubbing Stormy's back as well as
each little butt cheek. Damn what a cute little but that boy had. I finally
told him I was pulling out of him and got a head nod. I backed away and let
go of him and Stormy stood and turned. It was amazing to see.  Sperm was
hanging off each cheek and his forehead in long silvery strands, the stuff
was running down his chin because he couldn't swallow it fast enough and
there was a glob of it in his hair. It was hot as all fuck seeing the
little beauty with his brothers cum anointing like a baptism, sort of.

"Go look in the mirror Stormy," I told him. He was concerned about getting
water on the floor but I told him not to worry about it. I went to the
bench and straddled Smokey's thighs, settling down on him then leaning in
for plenty of mouth open kissing.

"That was fucking amazing," he said after we broke it off.

"I know," I said. Stormy came back into the shower, wiping the dripping
sperm off and flinging it to the shower floor.

"Damn it all to hell that was fun," the little boy said, "and hot as a fire
cracker fart." That made me laugh out loud. I'd never heard that
before. Smokey and I got up and joined him in front of the wall mounted
nozzles and did a quick cleaning before getting out and drying off.

"Gosh sex makes me hungry," Stormy said and rubbed his flat little belly
for emphasis. "Maybe we should go attack the pie that mom sent with us."
Neither Smokey nor I could find any fault with that thinking so downstairs
we tromped, naked.

"Damn but it feels weird going around naked in Seniors' house," Smokey
observed. "I keep thinking he's gonna pop out around a corner and catch
us."

"He probably wouldn't do or say a thing either Smokey," I told him. "Gramps
is pretty accepting of the stuff that boys do. He warned me about stuff the
first day I was here."

Downstairs I took the pie out of the Tupperware contained that it was in
then pulled the tub of whipped cream from the fridge. I told Smokey where
the plates were so he got them and brought them to the breakfast nook.

"Damn Smokey," his little brother said, "I can't believe how big your cock
is." Indeed the thing did sway as the boy wandered around. "I wonder what
it would be like in my butt," the little boy said wistfully. It didn't seem
to me to be more than idle curiosity but still his brother responded.

"Hells fire Stormy, I don't know about that," Smokey said.

"I know Smokey," his little brother said, "I'm just saying." It got me to
wondering too what it would be like to watch Smokey bury that thing in
Stormy's tight little asshole. Probably be hot as all fuck.

"Got the Grant County fair and rodeo next week," Smokey said, changing the
subject so we talked a little bit about what that would be like. I told him
what Kenny had said about maybe taking a motorhome and Smokey nodded his
head and said it was possible.

"There's always a chance of getting together with other boys too don't
forget," Stormy said and Smokey nodded his head. He saw the questioning
expression on my face so explained.

"There's plenty of boys that like to play," Smokey had said. "Because we
don't see each other except during rodeo season often we get together with
boys we know and usually there's some new boys added to the mix. It isn't
anything that's planned, at least with each other, it just sort of
happens. Doesn't always but often enough. The Grant County fair is the
biggest one in the state so there's always tons of people. All kinds of
stuff can happen."

I had to consider that for a moment and wondered if I was ready for that,
being with other boys I didn't know but then, I hadn't really known Jared
and Kenny and look what happened. I figured I would reserve judgement for
the time being. We talked about the work that would need to be done the
next day which mostly was overseeing the preparation for the Fair and
Rodeo. Stormy asked if he could continue to hang with us and his brother
said as long as his work was done, yes.

We finished the pie, put things away and headed upstairs to bed.  I got the
middle with Smokey holding me from behind and me holding Stormy
similarly. It wouldn't do but Stormy had to kiss both of us and thank us
again for showing him the ropes.

"And fucking my butt," he added with a chuckle. Smokey asked him he was
feeling and he replied that he was a little sore. "But I'll be ready for
another fuckin tomorrow." Smokey and I both chuckled, kissed again then
turned out the light. Holding onto that little boy while I fell asleep was
pretty cool. Of course falling asleep in Smokey's strong arms was always
amazing. I couldn't believe how loved and cared for I felt when we were
like that.

I woke at my usual time and climbed over Stormy to go pee, my boner
bouncing boldly as I walked. When I came back he was lying on his back with
the covers down slowly stroking his own very rigid cock.

"Wanna give a boy a blow job," he asked with a grin. Smokey had been lying
on his side facing away but turned when his brother spoke.

"We've got a cock monster on our hands," the older boy said with a
smile. He tossed the sheets back and got out of bed, his big hard cock
sticking out from his body like a limb on a tree.

"I can't believe how huge that is," Stormy said as Smokey walked around the
end of the bed headed to the bathroom. He scratched his big nuts as he
walked which I found somehow rather erotic. I stepped up to the side of the
bed and Stormy reach over and began fondling my balls which of course made
my dick start to wake up. He then moved up to it and put his mouth over it
and began sucking which made hit full on hard in less than a half minute.

"God I love sucking your cock Colt," he said when he finally let go of
it. "It's the most perfect cock in the world for me. And so beautiful." I
bent down and took hold of his cock and began stroking him the leaned all
the way down and started to suck him but that was only for a moment.

"Get on the bed so I can suck on you at the time," he commanded. Stormy
slid over and I did as he asked and lay facing him in a 69 position. The
little boy got hold of me immediately and went to town and of course I was
doing the same. I rubbed on his tender little butt while I sucked him,
loving how the small cheek fit so nicely in my hand. Damn but he was a
delicious boy.

That's where we were when Smokey came back into the bedroom, sucking on
each other's cocks.

"That's hot as hell to watch," he said, "but mom is expecting us for
breakfast in 20 minutes."

"And I have to poop," Stormy said as he rolled away from me."

"That makes two of us," I said and Smokey said for what's it worth, he
already took care of business. That said, we headed to the bathroom when
Stormy plopped down on the toilet, which sat behind a small privacy wall. I
pulled Smokey to me and kissed him hard on the mouth, pressing my body
against his and sort of grinding my boner into him. For his part, Smokey
responded with the same degree of kissing and put his hands on my butt to
knead the flesh and pull me tighter to him.

"I love holding you Colton James Koregan the third," he said, "and you're
giving me a boner." Indeed, I could feel his cock pressing against my hip,
begging to be set free to continue its rise to glory.

"Maybe we have time to jack off and cum in the shower," I suggested. He
agreed that we might but probably not. I heard the toilet flush and turned
to head toward the toilet and watched as Stormy sat on the bidet. He got a
big smile when the water hit his puckered little butt hole.

"I love this thing," he informed me. I sat on the growler and did my
business then joined the brothers in the shower. Neither of them had a
boner so instead of playing we went about washing and cleaning our own
bodies so as not to create any distractions. We got through it in record
time, got dried off and dressed and headed out the door.

Breakfast at Smokey's was pretty typical. Soft scrambled eggs, bacon,
sausages links, country fried potatoes with plenty of onions and fresh
baking powder biscuits and sausage gravy if you wanted it. Once that was
done Smokey and I headed out to take care of business. Actually he was
taking care of business and I was along to learn, just like the day before.

There was quite a bit of work to do in preparation for dozens of people and
animals making a hundred and thirty mile trip to attend the state fair and
while Smokey wasn't in charge of managing or planning his dad was. Some day
Smokey would take over that position so Mack put a lot of responsibility on
Smokey who, it goes without saying, did his job well. Of course he'd been
alongside his father for better than 10 years, watching and learning so if
something happened to Mack, god forbid, his son could most likely step
right in and do the job. The plan was to arrive early two days before the
fair started so we would likely be leaving at noon the next day. Some of
the trucks and animals would be leaving that day.

We were sitting down to lunch at Smokey's when Mack said, "What do you
think about staying in the motor home son?"

"I'm good with that dad but what about you and mom?"

"Your mother, Sky and I are going to stay in a hotel this year. Actually
Sissy Bailey is getting a room for her two daughters and Sky will stay with
them," Mack explained.

"So, can Kenny and Jared stay with me and Colt in the motor home?"

"I can't speak for Colt, that's up to his grandfather but yes to Kenny and
Jared and Colt if Senior gives the okay, which he most likely will."

"What about me," Stormy asked. Before Mack could answer Smokey said he
could come with him. Smokey looked to his father who nodded his head and I
thought Stormy would burst with happiness.

"So, I'm going to drive the pickup and horse trailer," Smokey asked and
Mack nodded his head. We would be pulling a 4 horse trailer carrying
Rainbow Dancer, Junior, Stormy's gelding Achilles, and Mack's big stallion
Orion which we would all ride in the 4th of July parade. I was a little
nervous about that but not overly. I was confident in my abilities to
handle Dancer.

Grandpa showed up about 3 in the afternoon and asked how things were going
and got an update from Smokey while Mack watched on, pride evident in the
mans" face. Smokey then asked permission for me to ride with him and the
horses and stay in the motor home during the fair. Grandpa said that was an
excellent idea as he and Belinda May were staying at the Hilton.

At the house that evening gramps asked me how things had gone and I gave
him a full report. I also told him that Stormy had stayed the night with
Smokey the night before and he nodded his head, commenting that the boy was
growing up and needed to spend more time with the older boys. Even though
he wasn't present, gramps praised Smokey for being willing to spend time
with his young brother who, it was clear to anyone who had eyes, Stormy
adored beyond measure.

"You've been here about a month Colt and it seems to me that you're fitting
in quite nicely," my grandfather said.

"Yessir I am," I responded, "I definitely am."

As much fun as the past couple days had been, or more specifically, the
nights I was sort of glad to have my room and my bed to myself. I would
definitely feel that way a week later after having slept with 4 other boys
in the motorhome. And then there was the gathering that we ended up at on
the night of the 4th, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I packed up clothes
for a week which included my "best duds". Belinda May put together some
snacks for us but we'd eat our meals at the fair grounds or the "Lucky G"
meal wagon.

We loaded up and headed out the following day right at noon, sharp. To say
that Stormy was excited about being able to hang with the "big kids" would
be a gross understatement. Before we left my grandfather presented me with
a custom made saddle that was incredible in its beauty and workmanship. It
was made of a lighter colored leather than usual but that was still
somewhat darker than Dancer's skin tone. It stood out because of its
workmanship and its color. The leather was tooled with intricate western
designs and all of the buckles, nail heads and other metal parts were
silver plated. It must have been made by the same man that did the scabbard
for my rifle because they matched perfectly, and, like my scabbard, my name
was etched in the saddle and in one out of the way corner the "Lucky G"
logo was etched. A beautiful sheepskin saddle blanket came with it. I
actually had tears in my eyes when he presented it to me.

It seemed to me that hundreds of pictures were taken of me and Dancer
during the parade and afterwards as well. Even over the 3 day long event
people would approach me out of the blue to comment on what a striking
vision Dancer and I presented. In fact, some of our pictures made it into
the western magazines and onto local news. I would learn later that the AP
picked it up and some of my friends saw pictures and video footage which of
course shocked the living shit out of them. But all of that is another
story. And then there was the other "incident" that got 10 times more
attention. That's a little further on in this story.

We made the trip in a little over 2 hours, stopping once for a bathroom
break, although the motor homes kept on going. We got to the fair grounds
and to our reserved spot around 3 and got the horse trailer unhooked and
the horses into their stalls with some fresh hay. Mack showed up shortly to
get the truck and gave Smokey the keys to the motor home, my friend already
knowing that it was parked in a participant's area of a parking lot a block
away.

My grandpa and Belinda May found us before we could leave and asked if we
were hungry, which of course we were. He invited Mack and his family to
join us for dinner and they accepted. Me Smokey and Stormy went with gramps
while Smokey's parents followed us in their pickup. Sky was with Sissy
Bailey's family.

We went to the nicest restaurant in town which was surprisingly pretty
upscale but unlike Paris New York or Rome cowboy boots and Levi's were more
than acceptable as part of the dress code, oh, and cowboy hats. We went in
and were being directed to our table when I heard my name called. Well, not
just my name. Me dad and grandpa all turned toward the voice and my heart
about stopped dead.

The person calling "Colton" was calling to me. It was a girl from my
private school named Heather Lynn Richardson, a spoiled, arrogant,
entitled, and not very pretty, little bitch. I smiled, knowing what was
going on in her pea-assed brain.

"What are you doing here," she said, big emphasis on are, like it was
capitalized or something.

"I'm living here for a year on my grandfather's ranch."

"Really," she said with a bit of a smirk. "That must be boring." Her
parents didn't seem too inclined to say anything to their brat daughter.

"Probably to you it would be." She got real sassy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Cows and horses wouldn't pay attention to you." She started to fire back
but a huge commotion at the front of the restaurant took precedence. A
bunch of people were crowding through the door and it appeared that they
were protecting or escorting an older guy and his wife. Everybody in the
restaurant stopped what they were doing and I heard loud whispers saying
some names.

As the crowd started to go past us the main guy made eye contact with me
and stopped cold, then stared. Heather-brat face-Richardson started to say
something.

"Shut up Heather," her mother hissed. She started anyway and her father
said, "Shut your mouth Heather. NOW".

"Colton," the man said and started pushing through the phalanx of people
around him some of which I now recognized as secret service agents. Yes, I
knew what those guys looked like because I'd been around them much of my
life. Not for us but for people we knew or visited.

"Well gol darnit you've grown," he said then pulled me to him for a hug
then let me go.

"Hi uncle Ron," I said. "Yeah that's what everybody says." He hugged me
again and all the while flashbulbs were going off all over the
place. Mostly due to the photographers traveling with them. By that time
everybody in the restaurant was staring and Heather's family was simply
slack jawed, even little twat Heather's.

"Always making an entrance aren't you Dutch," my grandpa all but
yelled. The man turned and walked the few steps to gramps and the two
hugged fiercely.

"Colton how nice to see you," a woman's voice said so I turned then hugged
her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Hello aunt Nancy," I said. They really weren't my aunt and uncle, just
close friends of the family for years. He had used my grandpa's ranch for
filming parts of his movies and we had stayed at their ranch in California
frequently when I was growing up. Life had gotten busy, and we hadn't seen
them for close to 2 years.

My dad shook hand with uncle Ron while I escorted aunt Nancy to where they
were standing, not bothering to say goodbye, so long, or kiss my fucking
ass, to Heather.

"Mack, right," uncle Ron said, extending his hand to Smokey's dad, "been a
long time."

"Yes sir, it has, nice to see you."

"Colt why don't you and your family join us for dinner," uncle Ron said and
when my gramps tired to back out of it aunt Nancy started in on him so
gramps relented and we all started moving en-masse to a private dining
room.

"Who is that guy," Smokey whispered to me.

"He used to be governor of California and is probably going to be the next
president of the United States." That goddamn Smokey, bless his pea picking
heart, gave that a moment's thought then only said,

Hmm, no shit," just as calm as can be.

Dinner was fun, loud to a point of being raucous at times, and everybody
had a great time, even Smokey. When Smokey was introduced to our hosts aunt
Nancy all but fawned of him and joked that she'd go horse back riding with
him any day. She thought Stormy was absolutely beautiful and told the young
boy that his face could launch a thousand ships. He didn't get it, but I
chuckled. Tons of pictures were taken and Nancy and Ron both had ones taken
with Smokey and then Stormy promising to sign and mail them to the boys.

We all left the restaurant together and as we went by Heather's family's
table Ron said to me in a stage voice,

"You come visit me at the White House, you hear?" I laughed.

"I will uncle Ron, I promise." After we moved past Heather's family Ron
leaned down and whispered,

"That ought a fix the little brat." I hadn't realized that he'd seen the
interaction and could tell by Heather's demeanor she was being a bitch.

The pictures of Ron hugging me were plastered over every newspaper in the
country almost and on plenty of TV news shows as well. When we got back to
the house dad had left a half dozen message on the answering machine. Later
on, someone would manage to link the boy on the horse to the boy getting
hugged by presidential candidate Ron Regan and the shit storm started all
over again. A week after we got back home grandpa would have to post armed
men at the entrance to the ranch to keep the goddamned reporters off the
property. Grandpa told me the price for Koregan Group stock had shot up 9%
just because of those 2 news stories.

Smokey's parents said they'd see us in the morning then headed for their
hotel and gramps dropped us boys off at the motor home where Kenny and
Jared were sitting on lawn chairs. The boys all said their hello's and went
inside the motor home where Smokey deposited 5 plastic containers of Death
By Chocolate cake and a half gallon of ice cream for dessert.

"Let's go check out the fairgrounds," Smokey suggested and everybody
agreed. As we walked Stormy brought up the incident in the restaurant
wanting to know who exactly were the people in the restaurant and why there
were so many of them. I relayed the story to our friends then explained who
Ron and Nancy were.

"Holy shit, you know that guy," Jared asked, clearly shocked. He said he
remembered watching Ron's movies with his grandparents when he was
younger. Kenny wanted to know how Nancy was dressed. He was serious. We
made it to grounds, stopped by some our animal's pens and talked others
from the ranch. We moved on, getting the layout, talked with other people
that Smokey knew or knew of him. I got introduced as another ranch boy, not
a Koregan.

Plenty of girls eyeballed us and more than a few said hi to Smokey, more
than enough of them giggling as they did so and continued giggling as they
walked away. No wonder I wasn't very interested in them, at least when I
was 13.

I met other teenage boys too, some of them cute as hell and all of them
friendly. Nobody treated me any different than the rest of my friends. As
we were heading back toward the motor home another boy about Smokey's age
and another guy that could have been a teen or even a college boy. The one
boy said hey and we were all introduced then he asked Smokey if he could
talk for a second so the 3 of them stepped away.

"I wonder what that's all about," Jared asked.

"A boy party," Kenny said softly. The kid is Tommy Thompson, not very
original," Kenny quipped, "and is a full blown queer boy although you'd
never guess that. Or, maybe you would," Kenny added.

Kenny was right though, the boy was steaming hot. Equal to Smokey in size
and build and confidence, his pitch black hair was perfectly styled, he had
very prominent cheekbones and killer lips. At the top were large coal black
eyes with long lashes and thick black eyebrows. The boy was model material,
of that I was certain. I wouldn't have minded him fucking me. Kenny went
on.

"He's had a boy party during this rodeo since he was 12, or so I've
heard. I know a couple boys who've been there before and said it's pretty
wild. No drugs or alcohol but more sex than anybody needs." The two guys
looked our way for a second, then we saw some head nods and they walked
away while Smokey came toward us.

"So, he said, gathering us around. "Tommy says they're having their annual
fuck fest and we're invited. It's at that other guys house, Jeremiah I
guess his name is. Anyway, Stormy, you would most likely be the youngest
boy there so if you don't want to go, we won't. The rest of you guys can
still go if you want. It's on the night of the 4th and it'll be at
Jeremiah's house on the hill which Tommy says will have an incredible view
of the fireworks. We can ride with Tommy. He say's there may be as many as
20 boys there, could be more. I know some of them and they're all pretty
good guys and Tommy is a great guy. No alcohol, no drugs just naked
boys. Tommy said he'd catch me over the next couple days and get an
answer."

We kept walking and discussed the issue. We all seemed to agree to consider
it, that it might be fun and for Stormy, safe. We got back to the motor
home some 10 minutes later.

 It didn't take long before we were all stripped down to our briefs,
although in Kenny's case a pair of pink lacey panties which the rest of us
boys admired. There were flower designs throughout the garment and it
reminded me of those doily things that old ladies have on tables.

"Are those comfortable Kenny," Stormy asked and the boy responded that he
liked them. He invited Stormy to come over to his house sometime to try on
some of the one's that he'd outgrown and just hadn't tossed out.

"Maybe I will," the young beauty said. His underpants were already tented
and he groped himself. He looked to his brother and said, "are we gonna
play now?"

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