Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 05:16:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Year Gone II

"It's so beautiful," I said in a whisper. We were lying on our backs
looking up at the zillion stars that dotted the night sky, our sweat drying
in the night air. The soft glow of the fire 15 feet away didn't create
enough light to make much of a dent in the otherwise fully darkened
night. It would begin to cool fairly quickly but would hover in the mid
60's which was still just shy of 30 degrees cooler than at mid-day.

"School starts on Wednesday," Smokey said just as softly as I had spoken. I
rolled to my side and looked at him.

"You think I'll do okay Smokey," I asked then lay my hand on his naked
chest. Goddamn that boy was muscled. His chest was almost like touching
warm rock.

"You'll do fine Colt," he said, turning his head to looked me for a second
then returned his gaze to the sky. "Word has pretty much spread about your
kicking Bobby Lee Jensen's ass so I doubt you'll get goaded into any
mix-ups. In fact you already got a large group of fans who don't even know
you because of it.

Bobby Lee Jensen was a 16 year old bully who had terrorized kids at rodeos,
and everywhere else, the past 3 or 4 years. We had attended a rodeo in
Sheridan Wyoming a few weeks before and it was there after the junior calf
roping event that he tried his shit on me. It didn't go well for him and
about 40 other kids and a few adults had witnessed his beating.

"Let him go son," one of the men spectator's had said gently. "You're gonna
break his arm and he's already beat. Go ahead now, let that boy go." Let
that boy go I did. He fell face down in the dirt but I stood 10 feet away,
still in stance in the event he wanted to have another shot at the
title. He chose not to so Smokey and I and 4 of our buddies from the ranch
walked away.

I had been studying Ju Jitsu for 3 years and Tiger Crane gung Fu for1
year. A group of parents in the Hamptons had gotten together and hired a
national champion to give private Ju Jitsu lessons twice weekly to a group
of us kids. It was felt with the threat of kidnapping and other mayhem that
our ability to self-defend might be a life-saving skill. Given that our
group consisted of sons and daughters of Senators, wall street tycoons and
bank presidents, an ivy league university regent, a past secretary of State
and a presidential hopeful, to name a few, kidnapping and mayhem were high
on the list of possible problems. The particular art that we studied was
strictly self-defense and it was designed to neutralize threats quickly
using some very nasty moves. I had studied Gung Fu because I like the
flowing movements and while I learned half dozen sets, including weapons,
my instructor had also taught me neutralization techniques. I loved martial
arts and would go on to earn both a black belt and red a sash before I was
18.

So, when Bobby Lee elected to pick on me after he'd already beaten up 3
other kids over the weekend, he picked on the wrong kid. A boy that stood 4
inches taller and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds, Bobby Lee used his
weight and size to dominate victims. I used his weight against him. He
pushed me once, he pushed me twice which lulled him into a third attempt
but when he pushed I wasn't there. I trapped his close arm did a little
twist and turn and fat ass Bobby Lee was on his back in the dirt. That
pissed him off royally. He got to his feet and came after me but I spun
away and came back around behind him and kicked him behind the knee which
put his face in the dirt again.

The third time he charged I grabbed his shirt and rolled backwards in the
classic movie scene stunt where the guy gets thrown over his opponent's
head, which is what happened. I spun quickly and mounted him sitting on his
fat belly and lower chest. The crowd was roaring by that time. I reached
across his neck with my right hand and caught his wrist then slipped my
other hand under his bicep and grasped my other wrist. I leaned forward
putting my forehead on the ground next to Bobby Lee's head then started to
pull his trapped wrist backwards while moving my upper body
forward. Understand that the hand and wrist were facing upward so the wrist
was being bent backwards along with the forearm while the upper arm was
being forced in the opposite direction. If you can picture that then you
know that Bobby Lee could do nothing about it. Yes, his right arm was free
and he could have conceivable struck me with it and done so repeatedly
however the move went so fast that he was in an extremely painful position,
one that had the potential to break bones and I had him right at the
fulcrum. The man that encouraged me to let Bobby Lee go had been right; the
boys' arm and wrist both were at a breaking point right along with a
dislocated shoulder.

Needless to say my status on the ranch went through the roof although I'd
been proving myself all summer long. I wasn't the owner's pussy grandson. I
could hold my own on the range, in the pens and now on the battlefield. Oh,
and I learned to strut my cock like it was the biggest baddest dick in the
west.

"And you're pretty much one of us," Smokey said in his soft drawl. "You
still got some city left in ya Colt but county is in your blood now." I
reckoned my mentor was right. I rolled onto my back and star gazed. I felt
Smokey move and a second later his cute face was above mine. He reached
down and brushed my hair out of my eyes.

"I'm glad you didn't cut your hair off," Smokey said in a quiet voice. He
then brushed my cheek very gently using the backs of his fingers. We looked
into each other's eyes, a somewhat difficult task in the almost
darkness. Smokey lowered his head and our lips met and we kissed. It wasn't
anywhere near as hot and heavy as it had been 20 minutes before when my
knees had been almost next to my ears and his cock had been buried as deep
in my ass as it could go, which was considerable. The first time I'd seen
Smokey's cock I about shit my britches and it was soft. Later that
afternoon, after lunch, I saw it hard for the first time and went through
the same emotions.


Smokey had picked me up at 7 on the dot just as he'd promised. I'd had a
big breakfast and managed to shit out the meals from the day before barely
5 minutes before he got to the house. I was decked out in my new duds
including the hat and the jacket since it was chilly in the early morning
air. And I had a new knife in its leather holder on my right hip, a present
from my grampa. The elevation of the stables, and the small town nearby was
about 31 hundred feet so the house had to be at 41 hundred feet or a little
more. Smokey didn't comment on my clothes at all which I thought was cool.

At the stables he'd already prepared a pack horse and one of the stable
boys had Dancer as well as Smokey's big black gelding Junior saddled and
ready to go. I saw that both horses had a bedroll behind the saddle and
that Smokey had a rifle in an intricately carved leather scabbard on the
right side of his saddle. We both had pillow like things about the general
size of a football handing off the pommels which turned out to be water
bladders complete with coiled sipping hoses. We mounted up and before we
headed out a man stopped us.

"Probably should take this son," he said handing Smokey a cartridge belt
with a big ass pistol in its holster and filled with bullets in their
little holders. It looked like the old west.

"Thanks dad," Smokey said taking the buckled belt and draping it across the
pommel of his saddle. "Dad, this is Colt' Colt this is my father Mack." The
man, a handsome blonde at least 6'2 stepped over and shook my hand.

"Welcome to the Lucky G. You're in good hands with this boy," he said
patting his son's leg.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me sir," I replied. He smiled and told
me to call him Mack. When people called him sir he started looking around
for his father.

"Safe trip boys," he said and Smokey and I headed out side by side, the
pack horse trailing a rein's length behind. About 50 feet out Smokey
whistled and a moment later a medium sized black and white dog raced up
alongside of us.

"You wanna go Buster," Smokey said and the dog did a little circle dance
which I guess meant yes. "Go boy," Smokey commanded and the animal shot
ahead of is and ranged from side to side.

"Buster is a Karelian Bear dog, best goddamned dog I ever owned. I don't
think we'll run into any bear or boar but if they're within a mile of us
Buster will flush em out and scare em off.

Talk was light as we moved along with Smokey pointing out things in the
environment whether they be close to us or off in the distance. It didn't
take long before our jackets came off. It also didn't take long before I
realized the value of the hat.

We made our first stop about an hour and a half out alongside a small
stream. We let the horses drink then we drank, knelt down and cupping water
to our mouths.

"I gotta piss; you gotta piss Colt," he finally said after using the back
of his hand to wipe his mouth.

"Yeah actually I do."

"Come on over here," Smokey said stepping up alongside the creek and
starting undo his belt. In all honesty I was interested in what Smokey was
packing. I mean, I think all boys are interested in how they compare to
other boys and I'd be a liar if I said that I hadn't glanced at the front
of Smokey's worn jeans. I'll say this; they bulged quite a bit, especially
down towards the bottom of the fly.

I moved next to him and went through the same process. "You mean we're
gonna piss in the creek?" He nodded his head as he unbuttoned.

"Yup, best place." He finished the buttons, shoved his jeans and briefs
half way down his thighs and lifted his shirttail up out of the way and
showing me the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen not that I'd seen that
many and those were boys my own age. The thing was like a hose hanging
there and the low handing balls under it weren't small either. I tried not
to stare as I shoved my clothes down too and of course Smokey looked to see
what I had, which was tiny by comparison. His stream of piss began pouring
into the creek.

"See, the water running over the rocks disperses the piss so that by the
time it gets 100 yards away it's broken into molecules so small that it
would take a scientist to identify the piss in a glass of water. My own
urine was flowing too. "Pissing on the plants and other living stuff isn't
good for them so the creek makes a perfect toilet, even for shitting in."

"I love having my stuff hanging in the wind, don't you Colt?" I hadn't had
much experience at it quite frankly and told him so. He looked at me and
grinned then looked at my dick.

"Looks like your boy might like it jest fine," he commented and in fact my
traitorous cock was staring to get hard. Smokey finished pissing then
milked his long thick cock, squeezing any remaining liquid out of the
tube. "Don't worry about it podnah," he said, "Happens to me all the damned
time out here even when I'm alone. Smokey didn't put his stuff away but
kept looking at my rising dick while I was busy looking at this and I
believe that I saw it start to move.

"See, he's starting to come alive." I had finished pissing and shook off
and both of us started to tuck away. "Always happens when I see another boy
get hard," he said as we both buttoned up. "Just something about that
causes my dick to wake right up."

"Do you see other boys' dicks that much Smokey?" He nodded his head.

"Sure, when we're out on the range it happens a lot. Most boys like being
naked and free in the wilderness. It just plain feels good and of course
you get a group of naked boys together and boners are gonna pop that's all
there is to it. Once a group of boys has a boner, or even if it's just one
boy, they gotta jack off. They can't help it Colt. I been out here all my
life and I been around naked boys and men and that's just the way it
is. Mind you the men don't usually jack of with the boys although it has
happened, and nobody gives a shit. But if it's a big mixed group the boys
to go in the bush and take care of it. No big deal."

"You ever done that Colt; jacked off with other boys?" I shook my head.

"No I haven't. I guess it never occurred to me Smokey." He smiled at me and
clasped me on the back.

"Well see now, there's more stuff to teach you. Let's mount up." Mount up
we did and continued our journey. After rounding a couple of those "hills"
trees and shrubs began to take over and before long we were in woods. Not
the woods of the east coast or the Pacific Northwest for those were crowded
woods filled with all kinds of undergrowth and these were not. Still we
were shaded to some degree from the by then noon sun.

I had asked Smokey about the guns and why he carried them. "Well, the rifle
is a 30-30 Winchester and I want to teach you how to shoot while we're out
here. Also you never know when you might run into a cat, a Cougar or a wild
boar or even bear. All have been known to attack men. In the event we see
one a shot over its head will chase it away. It's a good enough deer rifle
in this country and a very good rifle for you to start shooting because its
recoil is minimal.

"The pistol is a first generation Colt Peacemaker that belonged to my great
great grandfather who was a Texas Ranger. It's a very powerful weapon and
while it would scare a big cat or a pig it would be more for close work for
instance if one came out of the woods right now. The pistol would be my
best bet to deal with it."

"Wow your dad trusts you with a gun that's over a hundred years old?" I was
pretty surprised at that.

"My dad trusts me with all weapons Colt. I been shootin since I could
walk. By the age of 6 I could pretty much tear down, clean and put back
together any gun that we own and we own a shit load of em. My little
brother and sister were raised the same way. My dad was a national shooting
champion 3 years in a row in his early 20's and my mom was even a national
competitor. Shooting is in our blood. He likes me to use the Colt because
of its history but it also teaches patience."

"The Colt is a single action revolver," he said and pulled it out of his
holster. "See here, you have to pull the hammer back by hand you can't just
pull the trigger over and over like a double action revolver or the
semi-automatic you see in the movies. You have to reload it one cartridge
at a time too so almost everything with the Colt takes a little more time
and patience." He slipped the big gun back in its holster.

"Of course there's always the little 9 too," he said and reached behind and
under his jacket and pulled out another gun, this one black and
small. "It's a Sig P250 sub-compact. Basically it's a self-defense weapon."

"Do you always carry so many guns," I asked a little surprised, at least at
the 3rd one.

"Out here, yes because you never know. I could tell you plenty of stories
of guys that weren't prepared. Between the guns and knives, and Smokey had
one on his hip like I did, he was a walking army.

In another hour we came alongside Lucky creek, which seemed more like a
river to me since it had to be 20 feet wide. I was beginning to get hungry
but didn't say anything. I was damned determined not to puss out figuring
that Smokey would be attentive to my needs and of course he was.

"You want an apple or some jerked venison or something Colt? I'm getting a
little hungry but we'll be at the camp site in a little over an hour so I
figured I'd wait before really making any fixin's. I said that was
fine. The boy brought Esther up alongside and leaned over in his saddle and
opened a large flap on horses pack that revealed several smaller
compartments. He fished out a large zip lock bag filled with hunks of meat
and pulled a couple pieces out, handing one over to me then closed the flap
and let Esther fall back again. The jerky was pretty darn good; better than
the crap you get at the store.

We rode alongside the creek and true to his word we stopped in about an
hour. The space was more open and flat than what we'd ridden through and
more open to the sun. It was close to the creek and a large circle of rocks
with a couple of log benches around it indicated that it was a frequently
used camp site. That became more evident when, after getting the pack off
of Esther Smokey sidled Junior alongside a tree then stood up on the
saddle. He reached up and I saw a coil of rope drop and he began lowering
something.

"Come grab this Colt," Smokey said and a moment later a large camouflage
bag descended. I took hold of it, amazed at the weight as Smokey dropped
back down into his saddle and moved away. Once off the horse he opened the
bag to reveal a cast iron skillet, a small iron kettle, a couple of sauce
pans,cooking and eating utensils in a smaller bag, and some other
things. "Saves having to drag this shit out here every time."

We got the camp set up fairly quickly. Instead of a tent Smokey used a tarp
from the camo bag and strung it up between some trees, Smokey explaining
that we didn't really need a tent. We then went about gathering wood for
the fire and there was plenty of that from natural causes but also from
knocking down a tree once a season and bucking it up for firewood.

Next we pulled the saddles from the horses and draped them and the blankets
over a log that had been nailed between 2 trees for that purpose. Lead
halters were left on and the horses were left to roam which caused me some
concern which Smokey sensed.

"The horses are well trained and will stay fairly close. Junior will come
when I whistle and Buster would round them up if necessary." I nodded my
head.

"Now what," I asked and Smokey seemed a little nervous about the question
so I asked "What."

"Well," he started, then stopped. "I don't want you to think it's weird but
I just like to relax a bit after I get out here." I was thinking, okay, so?
Smokey went on. "I like to take my clothes off and just be out here naked
like a, you know, primitive or something." My brain started going a million
miles an hour.

"Uumm okay," I answered, "but I'm scared I'll get a boner."

"Well that's the thing Colt. I always get a boner first thing but I take
care of it then go on about my business." I asked about other people and he
said there wasn't anyone out here since it was posted and fenced and in the
middle of nowhere besides if there was anyone within a mile Buster would
know it. My belly was a jumble of butterflies but I managed to squeak out,

"Okay." Smokey nodded his head and began unbuttoning his shirt so I did the
same.

"We can hang our clothes on these nubs of branches," he said showing me a
tree with a series of stubs 2 to 4 inches long. He peeled the shirt off
revealing a wife beater-shirt, where mine was a regular Calvin Klein. Once
the shirts were off we kicked off our boots which was a relief to me since
my feet hurt. We went about unbuttoning then taking our jeans down and my
butterflies were even worse. My cock was almost fully hard and while I had
some sense of being embarrassed about it I knew that if Smokey wasn't
getting hard along with me he would be pretty soon. The hot teen had been
very clear about that. We shucked and hung the jeans then just looked at
each other from 5 feet apart.

Smokey surprised me by wearing a pair of white with red piping, low cut CK
bikini briefs. I had him pegged for plain `ole white FTL's or
something. Mine were white but were Clairborne briefs. "See," Smokey said
looking down, "I get hard pretty easy."

Indeed it was a wonder that those briefs contained what appeared to be a
goddamned snake and even at that it was only barely. The thick tube of
flesh was angled up to his right hip where a darker spot revealed already
seeping precum.

Smokey reached down to tug his undershirt off and I did the same. To say
that his body was incredible didn't do it justice. I'd seen only bodies
like that in fitness magazines. Every single muscle from his neck to the
waistband of his low slung briefs was clearly defined. His abs were the
definition of 6 pack. I didn't know that the front of a guys' body had so
many lines and crevices or so many muscles. My mouth just sort of dropped
open.

"Are you nervous Colt," Smokey asked and I heard the tentativeness in his
voice.

"Oh, no Smokey, I'm just in complete awe of your body. It's fucking
amazing.

"Thanks. So, are you ready," he asked, his thumbs hooked in the red trimmed
waistband of his underwear. I nodded my head and we both tugged our
underwear down at the same time, each looking at the other. Fuck, I didn't
know that guys had cocks that big. The thing hung in the air pointing in my
direction. I figured it weighed so much that the only time it pointed
toward Smokey's head was when he was on his back. The red and swollen head
was the size of a baby's closed fist. His balls were really big and hung
really low and seemed smooth and hairless. The patch of hair at the base
was the color of wet sand.

We each stepped out of our briefs and added them to the living coat rack
and just stared at each other's body. "Oh man Colt you still have your
foreskin. That's very cool," he said. "You got a perfect looking cock too,"
he said as he stepped forward and looked down at my stuff. I was pretty
much staring at his Smokey's too. I wanted to feel it. I don't know why but
I did. Instead I asked,

"How big is that thing anyway Smokey?" He grinned at me.

"I measured a month ago at it was 8 and 7/8th inches long and a little over
7 inches around." He was quiet then in a soft voice he said, "You can feel
it if you want to Colt." I looked at his face and Smokey nodded his head
just a tad. I reached out and grasped onto him. Remember, this was my first
foray into any kind of sexual interaction with anybody.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and was amazed at how it felt. Mine
didn't feel like that. It was hard, but soft, and warm. It felt powerful in
my grip. I squeezed up and down its length and Smokey sighed softly.

"Can I touch your Colt?" I was too taken away to speak so just nodded my
head. When Smokey's hand gripped me I thought I'd faint. His hand was so
warm and amazingly soft as he did to me what I was doing to him, which was
to squeeze up and down on my cock although there wasn't as much room as on
his.

"I wanna cum really bad Colt. Let's go sit on the bench and do it, okay?" I
nodded my head and followed Smokey. God his butt was so small for such a
large boy and while I'd never really thought about another boys' butt
before I was sure as hell thinking about his and how fucking hot it looked.

We sat on one of the benches which had been cut out of a really big log so
that it had a seat and a back to lean against. It was so old that the seat
and back were pretty much worn smooth from so many assess and backs. We sat
right next to each other, our legs touching and started jacking off. Our
legs were spread of course and I swear that Smokey's balls were resting on
the seat. Mine; like they barely touched it.

Smokey took hold of his monster and started stroking it just as I did
mine. "It's so cool how your foreskin slides back and forth over the
head. I bet it feels awesome," he said, his voice seeming to have gotten
deeper. I didn't know what to say to that actually. I put my left hand on
my inner thigh so my fingers were between my thigh and my balls and could
poke at my sac and my nuts. Smokey took his big balls in his hand and
played with them and tugged on them. The set pretty much filled even his
hand. I figured he must shoot a quart of sperm from those things. I mean
they really were the size of extra large AA eggs.

"I love watching you jack off Colt," he said, his eyes pretty much focused
on my crotch. Honestly it felt good having Smokey watch me love myself. It
was new to me, exciting and sexy. I knew I wouldn't last very long. Smokey
was holding his cock at the base which stretched the skin on the head and
made it more sensitive. That was one of the first tricks I learned. He spit
on his cock head and worked just on it, twisting his hand around it like he
was unscrewing a bottle.

"Oh fuck Smokey I'm gonna squirt out," I said all of a sudden. I kept my
foreskin back and we both watched as a small stream of sperm shot up to my
chest. 2 more little squirts plopped out onto my lower belly and the rest
was just oozing. I went back to using my foreskin, increasing the pleasure
on the sensitive flesh but only for a half dozen strokes before it got too
sensitive.

"Can I use your sperm Colt," Smokey asked and I nodded my head. He wiped it
up with his fingers but touched his tongue to it and smacked his lips
before smearing it on his cock head and working it. It took another minute
before he was ready to go during which time I played with my balls and my
dick.

"I'm gonna blow Colt, I'm gonna cum." Smoked moved off the head and went
back to stroking and a moment later he stopped and a giant wad of cum
splattered alongside his nose and draped down over his lips. He moaned
loudly. He stroked again and a second giant wad of sperm followed the first
one only it broke off into droplets of cum that rained down on his chest
and belly, the initial blob hitting his chin. He stroked again and again
and each time globs of sperm shot out onto his chest and his belly; 1
stroke; 1 squirt. I think I counted 7 or 8 squirts, any one of which had
more cum in it than all of mine put together. That boy shot jizz from hell.

It finally stopped squirting but sperm still oozed out and ran down over
his fingers, mixing in with the tail end sperm from all his previous
squirts. Smokey finally let go of his cock and it sort of sagged to one
side like and old arm chair, and he let his head fall back. One hand rested
in the field of sperm drops that were all over his body while the other
gently poked and prodded the eggs that had made the stuff. I just sat there
amazed at what I'd witnessed feeling a little inadequate about my own
pitiful offering.

Smokey finally came out of his post cum state, looked at me and gave me a
lazy lopsided grin. "That was pretty damned intense I'd say." I could only
agree. "Jacking off with you was awesome Colt. I sure hope we can do it
some more." So did I.

"Me too Smokey; I liked it too and I would love to do it some more with
you." He clapped me on the shoulder then said,

""Sure enough podnah." Then he swiped the sperm from his face and
surprisingly, put it in his mouth.

"Do you always shoot that much cum?" He nodded his head, almost woefully.

"Yeah, unless it's like the 3rd or 4th time in a day that I've jacked
off. It pretty much looks like this." That said he got up and got a paper
towel from a roll that had come out of pack. Goddamn 3 or 4 times a day
shooting cum out? Hell, the most I'd done was 2.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that's a lot of jacking off but
sometimes I get into a state of horniness that just seems to last all day
long. Especially when I'm out here and by myself. I've actually done it 8
times in a day." I was astounded.

"So," he said after tossing the paper into the fire pit, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there," I told him. He asked how I felt about trout for
lunch and I told him I'd never eaten it. That said he pulled a 2 foot tube
out of the pack that we brought and pulled out pieces of a fishing rod
which he put together.

"Let's go fishin." We put our boots on and I followed him down stream,
ogling his fantastic butt, about a hundred feet where the creek that I
considered a river slowed so that it almost appeared to be standing
still. Smokey pointed across the creek to where a large overhang of grass
and a large tree loomed above the water.

"There's a big hole in under that overhang and I've snagged some nice trout
out of there." That said he whipped the line out and landed it above the
overhang and let it drift down. All the while he was explaining what he was
doing. I was trying to listen but was pretty much absorbed watching
Smokey's body move, watching the muscles contract and relax, watching that
big fat cock sway, and of course eyeballing his ass.

"Got one," he said suddenly and began reeling in the line. Of course the
fish fought it but Smokey brought it onto the rocks. "She's a beauty," he
exclaimed and while I didn't know beauty from not beauty the fish had to be
10 inches long at least. Smokey got the hook out of it then rammed his
fingers down it's throat and reefed backwards on the head, breaking its
backbone. He dropped it into a shallow little pool among the rocks and told
me to try it.

I took the pole and, standing behind me and holding my arms, Smokey showed
me how to cast the line into the water then slowly reel the line in. His
cock was pressed against my lower back but mostly my butt. His scent and
warm body against mine made my heart start to beat faster. When I was
reeling the line in he didn't back away but stayed loosely against me, one
hand resting gently against my belly. I felt my dick start to harden and I
couldn't stop it. At one point Smokey's hand dropped slightly as he was
pulling it away and scraped across the end of my boner. I was amazed that
he didn't say anything.

On the next cast I got a hit and I swear that Smokey was as excited about
it as I was. In the process of fighting and landing the fish my boner went
away. Smokey showed me how to get the hook out and to break the fishes'
neck. He looked at me and said I did a good job and I felt pride flood
through my body. Then, in a quiet voice he said,

"I backed away from you cuz I was getting hard too Colt. Oh man holding you
like that and feeling your warm body against mine and thinking about what
we did earlier' I couldn't help it." It was a little strange seeing Smokey
in a vulnerable position and my heart sort went out to him.

"I know, that's what happened to me too; weird huh?" He shrugged his
shoulders.

"Come on, I'll show you how to clean these baby's." We got the fish
cleaned, letting the guts go downstream, and a fire built, Smokey giving
instructions the whole time. He went over to the tree where the bag had
hung and fiddled with a bike lock that I hadn't noticed and came back with
a bunch of different sized racks for cooking on. Also in there was a large
concave wire mesh that looked like apple slice that opened into a dome that
went over the fire.

"Helps cut down on sparks flying," the teen explained. It was weird going
around naked but I liked it. Smokey had been right, it was liberating,
freeing if you will. Of course you had to be more careful but it was worth
it. Smokey got the fish fried and I have to say it was delicious. We got
our pan and dishes cleaned then just sort of stood there.

"Well, it's about noon or a little after; the sun is at peak, now is a good
time for a siesta, a nap," he said. I had noticed I was a little sleepy. We
moved in under the tarp and lay down side by side on our bags, heads
resting on pillows that had been put in large plastic trash bags come out
in the pack on Esther. Facing each other Smokey said,

"How about if we do some shooting after we nap?" I yawned and said that
sounded fine. I wanted to learn how to shoot for some time and my dad had
promised to teach me but hadn't gotten around to it. I felt my eyes drift
and before I knew it Smokey was gently pushing me to wake up. I was
sleeping on my back so stretched and yawned. 1

"Looks like you're ready to go shooting Colt," he said nodding at my
waist. Of course when he said that I realized that I was raging hard so
raised my head and looked down to see my cock head poking out of my
foreskin and looking at me like a lost puppy. I was kind of embarrassed and
said so.

"Oh hell Colt; no need for that. You have such an awesome body for your
age. Your cock is perfect and so are your balls. You have a perfect amount
of hairs on your cock and I love the color of them." They weren't much
different than his.

"So," he asked rather bashfully, "Would you like me to jack you off?"

"What about you," I asked him and he gave a sly grin.

"I jacked off a few minutes ago watching you sleep. I couldn't help it
Colt. You looked so peaceful and sweet and your cock was so hard and
inviting. I could see it move with your heartbeat. I almost did it while
you sleeping to see if I could but I didn't cuz I don't think it's fair
doing stuff like that without permission. I got so hard watching you I had
to do it. So, do you want me to?" I nodded my head.

Smokey lay down next to me, his head about even with my belly button, and
took hold of my cock. Once again a little jolt like electricity shot though
me. Smokey used a thumb and 2 fingers technique and began jacking me
off. He leaned his head in close and I swear to god I thought he was going
to suck my cock but he just put his face in there and breathed in.

"Oh gosh your boy smells are so awesome too." I didn't realize that I had
boy smells. Oh sure I knew that after a long day my balls got kind of
sniffy but didn't really think of it as boy smells. "It's so weird and cool
how your foreskin works Colt. Gosh I wish I had mine." I let my head fall
back onto the pillow and just reveled in the feelings of someone else
getting me off. It didn't take long before I was ready to cum and I told
Smokey that. He seemed to renew his energy and a moment later I was right
there.

"Oohh gosh Smokey," I groaned and a little stream of sperm shot out onto my
belly. There were no more squirts after that just the stuff oozing out and
running down over Smokey's thumb.  It was finally all over with and he
stopped working on me. I opened my eyes in time to see him lick my cum off
his thumb. He saw me and smiled.

"Do you mind?" I shook my head. The boy leaned over and licked my cum off
my belly and pubic bone, cleaning me all up.

"I can't help it Colt, I love how it tastes." Boy oh boy was I learning new
stuff fast. "Did you like it Colt. Isn't it fun having someone else make
your squirt?"

"Yeah it is, I loved it. Do you want me to do you?"

"Yeah, but later tonight after supper if that's okay with you." It was fine
with me.

"Cool. Well now that you're done shooting, let's go shooting."

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