Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 10:29:50 +0000
From: bigred2@paradise.net.nz
Subject: 'Daniel's_bottom'

(Usual disclaimers apply. Any resemblence between the characters
herein and any living persons is sheer wishful thinking).

The storm finally broke when we were less than an hour's ride
from the homestead. Daniel, the 16 year old son of the wealthy
runowner and I had ridden high into the hill country to round up
stray cattle. The clouds burst, sleeting us with hard, driving rain.
We penned the cattle beasts into a roughly timbered yard, fed and
watered the horses and then made our way inside a drover's hut.

"Stay there until morning" the runowner said emphatically when I
explained the situation by cell phone. "It will be dark in an
hour". The boss broke the connection.

Daniel had managed to get a decent fire going. The hut was
spartan but well equipped with emergency canned food and
blankets. I stripped off my steaming wet clothes and, naked,
dried myself in front of the fire. At the age of 31 I was proud of my
muscular body. My hair was black and my skin swarthy. My
pedigree was questionable unlike that of my young companion.
I caught a glimpse of his small penis. His flesh was a healthy pink.
Daniel looked absurdly young and vulnerable. I felt my own penis
begin to stir at the sight of him so draped a blanket around myself.
He had already covered himself up again.

The meal was not at all bad. Daniel ate a huge plateful and burped
his appreciation. He was still at boarding school and just home for
the Easter holidays. St Crispins was an exclusive school for boys.
Most were the sons of runowners and farmers for whom boarding
school was a geographical necessity.

"What would the teachers at your posh school say if a boy belched
like that?" I grumbled.

Daniel smiled. His brown eyes looked directly into mine and caused
a tenting effect in the front of my makeshift toga. He was so
beautiful.

"School grub never tasted THAT good", he said by way of
explanation.

"How's your bum?" I asked. We had been on horseback for
most of the day and Daniel was not an experienced rider.

"It's a bit sore", he admitted.  I looked at his lithe young form
shrouded by the sheet and swallowed.

"Roll over and I'll rub in some liniment". He did as I asked. A
search of my saddle bags unearthed a tube of Doctor Sloan's
remedy. I looked again at the youth lying so submissively before
me. The light of the fire combined with an oil lamp to illuminate
the tiny shack and Daniel.

My particular letch is for the male buttocks. Those exquisite
well-curved mounds of compact body-flesh are my weakness. I
pulled down the sheet exposing Daniel's bottom and gasped out
loud. His beautiful twin orbs were criss-crossed
with six crimson weals and the surrounding flesh sported
spectacular technicolour bruises.

Daniel cleared his throat: "I got my pyjamas dusted by Beaky our
housemaster. He caught me smoking".

I stared at the stripes on the boy's magnificent mounds. Never
before in my life had I seen anything quite so desirable. At my
school corporal punishment had been abolished long before I went
there. Obviously, the privileged boys of St Crispins still received
that age-old discipline. I reached out a finger and gently traced the
puffy ridges caused by the beating. Then I gently rubbed the
liniment into the crown of Daniel's buttocks. He sighed his
appreciation and then his globes parted, exposing his hairless
crease and tiny puckered bud. How I wanted to ram my hard
tool up that virgin hole! At 16 Daniel was of legal age but he was
temporarily in my care so I slapped his rump lightly and pulled the
blanket back up.

Daniel busied himself brewing a strong billy of tea. I thanked him
for the mug he offered me. The liquid tanin scorched my throat but
warmed my belly. Then we built up the fire before lying down to
sleep leaving a respectable distance of clay floor between us.

It was early the next morning when I awoke to feel Daniel beside
me. He was naked and had gently pulled off my blanket.  My
penis stuck out like a poker from its forest of black hair. Daniel
had one hand around my thick shaft which he was attempting
to put up his bum!

"What the ....?" I stuttered. Daniel looked unabashed.

"I want you to bum me. Please! I never wanted anything so bad",
he pleaded. "I expect it will hurt but not like when old Beaky beats
me. Come on! Bum me now! Please?"

I am mere flesh and blood and when that desirable youth
offered me his cherry any qualms vanished. I kissed the nape
of his neck and Daniel shivered expectantly. I found petroleum
jelly in my saddlebag and greased my finger. Daniel leant forward,
offering up his glorious arse. I touched his pink bud and gently
penetrated him. He was so tight! His sphincter pulsated on my
probing finger. I took my time opening his bottom until he was able
to accept two of my fingers.

Then I sat in front of the fire. Daniel lowered his slight body onto
my big man's penis. His hand guided it inside his orfice. Daniel
gasped as my thick shaft swelled inside him. Inch by inch he
descended until at last my pubic hair brushed his sorely striped
bum-cheeks.

Gently, I pushed him forward. We moved as one until he was
kneeling with my hardness deep inside him. I started thrusting,
slowly at first but then harder, faster. I was rewarded by Daniel
moving under me. The firelight cast a magnificent shadow onto the
wall of that drover's hut. How many times had that scene been
played out on the old earth floor? I wanted to be tender for the
youth's first time but lust overtook me and the thrusts became
almost brutal. Daniel trembled and bit down onto a blanket to stop
from crying out.

Then I felt my penis erupt showering my seed deep into Daniel's
rectum. I shouted and the youth slumped forward. I lay on top of
him, my now flaccid penis still inside. Eventually, I pulled out
hearing his tight bung muscle 'plop' as I did so. I found some
tissues and cleaned his hole and then myself.

Spent, we lay in front of that fire. I covered him with blankets and
we slept until daybreak.

The morning dawned bright and clear. I was concerned about
Daniel's reaction to losing his virginity but need not have worried.
He was like a rare plant who had suddenly and unexpectedly
blossomed. The youth had become a man.

Later, back at the homestead, Daniel's mother got ready to drive
him across the rolling Canterbury plains to St Crispins. His father
paid me my wages. I was a casual drover and work was waiting for
me on another station. He thanked me for taking care of his son.
If he had known I'd deposited my seed up Daniel's willing arse
he'd have shot me on the spot.

So, Daniel went back to St Crispins and Beaky who probably
enjoyed hurting him. I, who loved him, saddled up my horse and
rode out of his life forever...