Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 17:01:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Gregory Eugene Subject: Parentless Boys Chapter 7 Parentless Boys, Chapter 7 Gregor E Gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com I like believing you would consider my stories and characters as real. Probably, not so real. I would really like to know what you think of my story. Good or bad, too long, too many words, not enough description, or how it made you feel. I would love to read emails and will do what it takes to respond to you. Please email me at gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com Thanks Gregor E I hope the title shows up correctly. It keeps getting changed to PANTLESS... instead of Parentless. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html After that first summer of the town house, I spent more summer days at the ranch. I had a bedroom that wasn't dangerous and I was needed out there. We did have new colts and I had to take care of other things. I still lived almost exclusively in town during school except for holidays, some weekends and times like that. My parents never really lived in the town house. They would come stay if they went to a movie or after watching me play football. It was also easier after I got a drivers license and my own pickup to get to town. I still kept having fun with the Lasky boys. They even came out and stayed a night or two at the ranch. They could have slept in the house but they loved camping out. When I was little, I made a nice campsite. Years later, I even welded up a grate for cooking on over the fire. And seats in several spots. I didn't mind camping, it was fun all the time. The summer before my senior year, I was having to stay at the ranch to take care of the colts, chickens, pig, and other ranchy stuff. My parents were going to be gone for awhile and I wasn't invited for what ever it was. That didn't hurt my feelings either. I invited Curtis and Clark. Conrad had moved out of the house and wasn't seen very much. I should have waited until the last minute to ask them. They were more excited about that stay than waiting on Christmas, or school getting out of starting. I told them that they needed to wear good boots or at least good work shoes. I also confused them by saying that they could even run around naked. They pretty much did both. Cowboy boots up to their knees and nothing until their hats. The only people who would come on the ranch were my uncles or cousins who lived on other parts of the "family"ranch. Sometimes it was easier coming through our pastures than from their houses. As long as they didn't catch us sucking dick or fucking butts, getting caught naked wasn't a horrible things. Their kids were known for that. They did have better ponds for skinny dipping than our place. I really appreciated the help with them being there. They weren't wimpy little city boys. They were strong enough to do the chores. I had to explain a lot of things but I felt like I was a teacher or mentor and they showed a lot of respect. I could haul hay with a bale in each hand, and that was good for my football career. They could each handle one bale. My cousins had to be two to a bale until they were full grown adults, and a couple of them would quit after one bale. Bales of hay were the roughest thing they did, well maybe other than welding. Carrying bales in front of them while naked left a lot of little scratches. There was no way I was going to let them be around my welding without clothes. Pissing also got to be a very pleasant activity. With no pants to drop, they would piss anytime, anywhere! They no longer had to aim, they no longer had to hold their dicks, they would just start. Even got good enough to walk while pissing. I wore jeans and I had to at least unzip. They also gained weight and bulked up. I was cooking for them all the time and that was part of the deal with them working with me. They didn't have parents who told them not to eat other people's food. They didn't get fat, they just got looking healthier. I could tell and I loved it. They also reverted a little. With running around naked, a lot of the dirt ended up on them. Their dicks would get a dirt ring, dust adhered to their sweaty bodies, their butt cracks were a mess, and their faces were dirty most of the time. It was good healthy dirt. They cleaned up nicely when needed. One evening after a hard days work, I was sitting on the porch, we called it the Sundown Porch. It earned its name that evening, the sunset was fantastic. They came up and stood next to me. They enjoyed what they were looking at and stood quietly watching the oranges, reds, and yellows streak the sky. I looked over and right at eye height was their dicks and balls. I was kind of used to seeing them hang out but I really noticed them that night. Their scrotums were tight, their dicks were relaxed. They looked so normal and relaxed. I bent my arms up and I started to slowly and gently finger their scrotums. They didn't flinch, they didn't resist, they just smiled and let it happen. My fingers moved their balls around and pulled down gently on their scrotums. Both dicks began to rise. Neither boy reacted very much other than to get hard. Nice long boners pointed right to the sun. Clark spread his legs a little and that let his scrotum swing. I was holding his balls as he said "that really feels good". Then Curtis said "I was really good at it". Clark also insisted that I get naked too. I was harder than both of them when my clothes came off. They laughed a little because I still had a white streak where my underwear or swimsuit blocked the sun. They were a little sunburned where they had been that white for years. Clark noticed a drop of precum on the tip of my dick and quickly scoop it off and tasted it. My dick did a flip when it felt his hand. I started to jack them but it was really an odd angle. It was too far to go to the campsite, but we moved to a bench that was really a huge split log. They sat under my arms, both mentioned how good my sweat smelled. I started stroking both of them. They had nice man sized dicks now. I remembered how small Clark was the first time I grabbed him. I was much more familiar with Curtis' dick then. Both were fatter than mine and filled my hand. I had a big dick but it was very thin. That made it look longer too! We got quiet as I jacked and watched the sun go down. I jacked them good enough that even though Clark started shooting first, Curtis followed him right away. I liked that I could see cum shooting out and landing on the ground. It also smelled great. I kept massaging their softening dicks as they recovered. Then they agreed it was my turn. They had me lay back on the log bench and they were swapping hands to either jack my dick or caress my balls. I let them go for a long time and then had them get serious about getting shooting. It felt so good after working hard. It was almost completely dark when I told them I was going to shoot. Clark leaned over and took my dick in his mouth. I shot almost instantly then. As I was about done with shooting, I heard him snicker a little. His face appeared right in front of mine. And his lips pressed against mine. When I opened my mouth, I felt his tongue push my own cum into my own mouth. It made me shiver a little. It made him giggle. I had a big mouthful of my own cum. It wasn't like I hadn't tasted it before, but I really had never eaten it before. I had my chance then. I couldn't really spit it out after Clark did that. I did let it roll around in my mouth and was trying to really enjoy it. Curtis leaned over and said "Does your mouth taste like your dick?" I knew what and why he was saying. I laughed and choked on my own cum, just a little. It was very much worth it. We showered at midnight under the hose by the corral. It was cold and we all puckered up. The shrinkage factor was working but it was good to let us go in and sleep in my bed in my room. I really thought about how I love sleeping with naked bodies around me.