Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 08:54:03 -0600
From: Jerri Cho
Subject: Horsing Around

WARNING: This story contains a fictional graphic depiction of sex between a
man and a boy.  Please do not continue if you find this offensive. If you
are underage or if this type of material is illegal where you live, you
should not read further.

Horsing Around
Or
The Miss Adventures of Tobias Matthews


	I locked the door to my house, and stepped into the hot June
sun. Only 9:00 a.m. and already hot enough to boil your balls.  I wasn't
too keen on the idea of riding in this heat. But If I didn't take the
riding lessons in the next week, I would lose my deposit at the stable, and
so much for the pack trip some friends and I were planning in late
summer. Mind you, I've ridden for years but never took lessons. Where we
were planning to go had some pretty rough country and I thought it best to
get a little professional tutoring before the trip.

	I parked my jeep in the dirt lot in front of the farmhouse and got
out. My denim shirt was already soaked with sweat - leaving dark blue
stains under my arms and a stripe down my back. The house sat on a working
ranch that boarded hunting horses, and had a variety of farm animals that
pretty much roamed un-tethered. Familys with young children were encouraged
to feed and bet them.  I always brought a pack of cigarettes with me to
feed "Old Bessy" the goat. Turns out that the cigarettes were good for her
digestion.

	The ranch was a bit run down, but the prices were fair and I had
gotten to know the owner over the years. Gary was a burly man in his mid
50's. He had a heart of gold, and employed a number of down and out ranch
hands that couldn't find work anywhere else. He even let people board their
horses in exchange for ranch chores, like grooming horses and cleaning
their stalls. It had a real homey western atmosphere to it.

	I walked to the check in shed next to the riding corral. I didn't
see Gary anywhere and called out his name.

	"He's not here." came the reply.

	The boy was standing in the doorway of the shack trying to keep out
of the early morning heat as best as he could. A wall fan rumbled warm air
in the boy's direction blowing a constant stream of heat over his back. He
couldn't have been much older than 13. His face was a contradiction of
beauty. Short sandy blond hair, hazel eyes that were offset my thick black
eyelashes, a perfect nose that balanced his face. A tight muscle style t-
shirt, commonly referred to as a "wifebeater" exposed suntanned cinnamon
shoulders and arms. He was about five foot three wearing tight dust covered
jeans. Looking at him, I felt the old man stick beginning to stir.

	"Oh. Hi there." I said.  He's beautiful I thought, but not in a
pretty way - more handsome then pretty.

 "My name is Tobias Mathews." I said reaching out.

	He lifted his hand from his pocket hesitantly and shook mine. His
fingers and palm were soft with perspiration from being cramped away in his
jeans.

	"I'm Colt. Nice to meet you Mr. Mathews." he said. "Gary ain't
here. He had a sick calf he had to take down to the vet."

	He retracted his hand, in a non-chalant way that boys do, and
rubbed his flat stomach. A stomach, if I could, I would rub all day
long. He turned and grabbed a sheet of paper from a ratty old card table
that substituted as a desk, and handed it to me.

	"Gary says I should take you out and teach you some things." He
turned again to grab his cowboy hat.

	 There's a time in every boy's life just as he is making that
change - when the awkwardness of childhood combines with the early stages
of teen hood. Their movements become graceful and surefooted. A reluctant
aire of confidence begins to show, and they are more gazelle like then
hoppy bunny rabbit. I could tell this boy was at that milestone as I looked
at the piece of paper he had given me. The note apologized for not being
there, and that Gary would refund one riding payment from my bill.

	"Gary said you was coming this morning. I got yer horse saddled."
Colt pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

	We walked around the shack toward two horses; one a small grey
palomino and another bigger horse that I guessed was meant for me.

 "I hope it's okay if we warm the horses up before going out Mr. Mathews?"

 	"That's fine Colt," I replied.

	Though I instinctively knew that what Colt was doing was checking
out my riding abilities rather than warming up horses in 90 degree plus
weather. After a few gallops around the corral I managed to get my tutor's
approval.

 	"You ride okay Mr. Mathews," he said.

	"Thanks, and call me Tobias – alright?" I replied.

	"Sure." Colt said.

	Colt led us down a well-worn trail, across a parched flat field
that gently sloped down toward a line of trees adjacent to several tree
topped hills. The midmorning sun beat down on us, and I regretted not
bringing a water bottle. I hoped that we would be in the shade of those
trees as soon as possible.

	I watched Colt as he rode ahead of me. I watched how his young body
rose and fell as his horse carried him. He was lean not like an athlete but
someone who already knew what hard work was.

	Riding behind him, I could see that the suns heat was having an
effect on him as well. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and between
his sun browned shoulder blades. Colt would look back inquisitively from
time to time to make sure I was still on my horse.

	"Everything okay Mr. Mathews?"

	"Everything's just fine Colt, and its Tobias" I replied.

	He smiled sheepishly as he turned back and nudged his horse into a
gentle trot. I followed matching his gait. After a few minutes, Colt moved
his horse along side mine. I guess I had passed another unspoken test of
his.

	"Sure is hot," I said trying to start a conversation.

	"Yeah. Well, there's a stream on the other side of that hill." He
pointed. "We'll go there to cool the horses off. Then I'll take you up by
those rocks and we'll practice riding there," Colt replied confidently.

 	It was evident that this boy was comfortable at being in charge
around adults, and he seemed to know these trails like I know my own back
yard.

	"You coming back tomorrow," he asked.

	"Yes, I'll be back for the next two weeks." I said. "I'm getting
ready for a pack trip."

	"Cool. I use to outfit with Gary when I started here," He said.

 	Colts horse shimmied and bucked at my horse. Colt swung his reins
and pulled back hard yelling, "Knock it off yew stupid shit."

 	He looked at me and blushed as he realized he had cursed in front
of an adult.

	"That's alright Colt. I've ridden a few `stupid shits' before
myself." I said.

	He laughed, relaxing at my comment.

	"How old are you Colt?" I asked.

	"I'm twelve. I'll be thirteen next month." He smiled.

	Suddenly, Colt hollered, "Shit! Son of a bitch," as his horse
lurched forward.

	Colt grabbed at his back. Trying to reach for something that wasn't
there.

	"What's wrong Colt," I yelled startled at the boy's yell.

	"Something fucking bit me," he said turning his horse around.

	I kicked my horse forward and next to his. Colt snatched his tee
shirt off revealing what I had only imagined - a beautifully smooth evenly
tanned boy torso. His chest was just beginning to show definition and his
nipples were still small and flat - not yet full and plump with puberty. A
tiny oval shaped hole for a belly button sat on a flat stomach. I could see
young muscles beginning to define his abdomen.

	Colt swiped at his back with his t-shirt. The small red bulge now
prominent on Colt's back still held the stinger that the bee had deposited.

	"Fucking bee got me I think." Colt grimaced.

	I had to chuckle at how Colt was cursing now. I pulled out my
pocketknife and leaned toward him.

	"Try to hold your horse still and I'll get the stinger."

 	My mouth felt dry as sand paper as I placed my hand on his smooth
back. My other hand positioned the back of my knife near the stinger. I
could smell his body-sweat and my dick strained itself against my jeans.

	I usually never felt this way about a boy so quickly. It usually
took time for me to get sexually attracted to a boy. It was the boy's
nuances that you could only learn over time that got me excited. There had
only been one other time that a boy created such intense sexual feelings in
me so fast. That relationship turned out to be one of the most sexual I had
ever had. The boy loved being with me for one thing only, and whenever he
came by the house on some pretense of looking for work, I knew his real
intentions were getting sucked and fucked, and I always had time to oblige
the boy's wishes.

	Our horses were jittery being so close to each other and Colt's
kept moving around.

	"Try to hold your horse still," I said as I slid my left hand from
his back and around his waist. Fresh, warm and silky I thought. Removing
the stinger with a flick. I stroked his back around the wound. Moments
passed as I continued stroking him - longer than anyone would consider
appropriate for the situation, but Colt didn't pull away as most boys would
in having their flesh massaged by a complete stranger. Rather, Colt sat in
silence as if drawing some unspoken energy from me. He seemed almost serene
at my physical contact, and that made me more excited. I moved my hand over
his shoulder giving it a squeeze.

	"Feel better?" I asked.

	"I think we should go back now." I said. That sting is going to
need some ice." I added, nudging my horse away from his.

	Colt looked at me with a face so beautiful I could have "melted
satan's heart".

	"Naw, we don't gotta go back. I can put some mud on it when we get
to the river. It don't hurt much." he smiled.

	Whether that smile was one of reassurance or at my prolonged back
rub - I wasn't quite sure yet.

	Now shirtless, Colt kicked his horse to a gallop as I followed. We
rode for another twenty minutes through a row of trees and up over a small
hill. Again, Colt would look over his bare shoulder every few minutes and
smile. My hard on was now feeling the rhythmic motion of the horse beneath
me as I reveled in watching my young teacher riding ahead of me. How I'd
love to be on that same horse with him - my arms wrapped around his
stomach. Or even better, riding together naked.

	"Whoa, slow those thoughts," I told myself. "You'll have a lot to
explaining to do if you cream your pants now." But, no matter how much I
tried not to think about slipping my dick into this gorgeous boy, my boner
refused to go back to sleep. I was rock man ready to spew.

	I rode up to Colt hoping that a conversation would relax
Mr. Johnson – "Yeah right! " I thought.

	"How you feeling?" I asked looking at the angry red bump on Colts
back.

	"Alright, kinda throbs," he replied.

	I nodded knowing something else was throbbing too.

	"So tell me colt your dad own this ranch long," I asked.

	Colt looked at me questioningly. "Dad? Gary ain't my dad. I just
live there," he answered.

	"I see," I said knowing full well that gary didn't have a
son. "Your parents live here too?"

	At that question, Colt seemed to tense, and that ever-present smile
of his faded to a look of blank reserved-ness. I could tell this was a
subject Colt didn't talk about.

	"I just live here with Gary and his wife and the ranch hands. I
work and he pays me. He lets me sleep in one of the mobile trailers he's
got out back."  Colt said quietly.

	He looked at me with eyes that told me he didn't want to discuss
this any further.

	I smiled at him. "Looks like you found a good deal here." I
offered.

	He glanced down and back up at me, and his smile now returned
larger than ever.  "O GOD MY HARDON!" I moved my hands and reins down onto
my lap – too late!

	"Happens to me too when I ride a lot." Colt giggled, and suddenly
turned his horse off the trail.

      We slowly wound our way down the hill toward a shallow tree lined
river. We rode up to a large oak that shaded a patch of green grass and
wild flowers near the bank of the water. We dismounted. Colt took off his
hat and threw it against the tree. I began to tie my horse to a limb of the
oak.

      "It's okay, you can let her loose. They won't go very far." Colt said
as he led his horse into the river.

      Colt was now knee deep in the water trying to scoop handfuls of it
onto his back.

      "Here Colt. Let me help you." I said, releasing my horse and wading
out to him.
       I could feel the rush of water fill my boots as I stepped in the
river. The water was so cool that my dick began to relax. At least Colt
wouldn't have to watch this man heading toward him with a raging boner as a
guide.

       I cupped a handful of water and trickled it over the inflamed area
of Colts back. The bee sting had now formed a quarter size sore just above
his right shoulder blade. As I scooped another handful of water my other
hand instinctively found Colts bare shoulder as if to steady him and BAM!
The sleeper awoke again. Shit I thought. Then, "Fuck it! If he sees he
sees." I told myself.

 	"That feels good." Colt said. "Let's get some of that mud and put
it on the sting." He added.

      "I don't think that's a good idea. Here I have something better." I
said and began taking off my shirt.  I soaked it in the cool river water
and wrung it out. Colt looked behind to see what I was doing.

      "Okay." He agreed.

      With one hand, I placed my wet shirt onto the bee
sting. Unconsciously, my other found its way to Colt's chest as if to push
him into the wet shirt.

      "God." I thought, "I'm molesting this beautiful boy."

       I was sure that any second now I would here him yell, "RAPE!" I
didn't dare move my hand on his chest. Colt stood there with his head
slightly turned down allowing me to minister his wound.  This was more than
I could have hoped for. An hour before this boy was a beautiful stranger,
and here I was with my hands all over his body trying not to blow a wad of
sperm into my jockeys.

      I could feel Colt's young chest muscles beneath my fingers. I swooned
in the sensation of his soft warm breast in my hand. I moved my head in
toward the boy and gently smelled his hair. My eyes traced the curvature of
his shoulders, the feathery down on the nape of his neck and back. I was in
boy heaven. The thought to hug him so that his body would contact mine
overwhelmed me, and in my reverie, I unknowingly pushed on his chest a
little too hard.

      Colt began to lean back toward me when reality slapped me out of my
sexual revelry.  The top part of Colt's butt made contact with my
"screaming Johnson" in such a way as to turn my ecstatic hard on into a
painful bending jolt.

 	I jumped back releasing a gut wrenching, "Oh Shit!" as I doubled
over in pain. Colt turned around and saw my hands clutching my crotch. With
almost an insane explosion, Colt began to laugh. Tears streamed down his
face as he saw me bent over trying to recover. It seemed as if there was no
end to his laughter. He even stomped his foot in the river to try to
control himself. River water splashed over my face as his boot made contact
with the water. Seeing me drenched only sent him into a greater fit of
laughter.

      Recovering, the pain now only a mild throb, I looked at the laughing
boy and said, "So yea think that this is pretty funny do you?"

 	I took a step toward him, and with a slight push, I nudged Colts
chest and he fell over backward into the river. Laughing all the way down
until water filled his mouth, choking off his amusement. He came up gasping
and coughing laughs.

      Recovering, "I didn't mean to hurt you Mr. Mathews." He
sputtered. "But you should have seen the look on your face."

      "I bet, and don't call me Mr. Mathews," I jokingly snarled, and
scooped a wave of water that hit Colt in the face.

      Water began flying everywhere as Colt and I machine gunned handfuls
of water at each other. I lunged at Colt grabbing is mid drift and taking
him under. He slipped loose and swam away from me as I tried to grab him by
his legs. He broke to the surface and began to run to the shore laughing
with me in pursuit.

      As we reached the shore, I gently tackled the boy, and began tickling
him. He cried, "No, No." through gulps of hilarity. Somehow, he managed to
grab me by my leg - throwing me onto my back. He was a lot stronger than he
looked.  He tried to position himself on top of my chest and pin me
down. For the next several minutes a man/boy wrestling match took place
until we were both sweaty, wet and exhausted.

      I got up and stumbled toward the shade of the oak tree – the half
naked boy followed. Wet and breathing heavily, I sat down resting against
the tree. Colt, still smiling and chuckling to his self, walked over to sit
next to me, but just as he got into range of my right foot, I stuck it
between his legs causing him to tumble on top of me.  I caught him and sat
him between my legs - his back resting against my stomach. I pinned him
there joking, "Now what was so funny?"

      "Your dick." He laughed, "You always get a hard-on?"

      "Not always smart ass" I replied. "Just around certain people."

      "I believe you." Colt said "Because it's poking me in my back right
now." He laughed.

      "Sorry about that." I said, and grabbing him under his arms I pulled
him further up so now his naked back was resting on my chest, and his wet
hair under my chin.

      I looked down and studied his naked bronze torso and wet jeans. Colt
lay still between my legs.

      "I guess I'm one of those people huh?" he asked.

      "Colt, you are absolutely one of those people! Does it scare you?" I
asked.

      "No, I guess I just don't understand it."

      "Well it's pretty simple, when you like someone more than a friend,
they sometimes make you really excited. You get really strong feelings for
them."

      "What do you do then?" He knowingly asked.

      "Depends. Sometimes I whack off while thinking about them, unless the
other person is interested too in ... you know sex?" I said, "You know what
sex is don't you?"

      "Shit yeah, I live on a ranch don't I? I've seen lots of the guys
that work here whack off. "

      "Have you?" I coyly asked.

      I had begun to stroke his suntanned chest.  Feeling his damp skin as
sparkling drops of river water evaporated on him.

      He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and a slight blush crossed his
cheeks as he looked up at me like a puppy dog and said, "Yeah."

      I could feel my hard dick throbbing under the weight of the boy lying
between my legs. That's when I noticed that the bulge between Colts wet
jeans was getting bigger as well.

      "Looks like your getting it too" I said, quickly and gently patting
his crotch.

      He let out a quick startled, "Oh!" as my hand touched him. Both of my
hands were now massaging his chest. Gliding over his stomach and along his
sides, over his shoulders and down his arms. Colt lay there quiet.

      "Feel good?" I asked.

      "Uhuh," He replied.

      I could feel his body relaxing, his breathing getting shallower as I
swirled my fingertips over his tiny nipples. I could feel sweat forming on
my forehead and my body felt as if it were pure electricity!

      I looked down into this beautiful face. "You know? I think our pants
and boots would dry a lot quicker if they were hanging on one of those
limbs." I said.

 	"Uhuh." came the reply.

      If this were to happen, I wanted to give this boy an experience so
intense, that he would remember it for the rest of his life.

      I stroked my fingers over his body down to the belt buckle that he
wore. I gently unhooked it and sent the metal button of his jeans through
its connecting hole. I slid his zipper down just far enough to notice he
wasn't wearing underwear.  Colts stomach muscles tensed for a moment as my
fingers glided over his naked pubic area. Not a hair to be found.

      "You okay?" I asked.

      Again, a reply of, "Uhuh."

      I slid the zipper the rest of the way revealing his hairless uncut
boy cock. It flopped ridged onto his abdomen.  Colt tried to cover himself
with his hands, but I brushed them away.

      "It's beautiful Colt. Nothing to hide anymore. I gently stroked his
four-inch sheath garnering a shallow moan from Colt.

      "Sit up a moment and take off your boots." I said.

 	He did, kicking his boots off. His sock's peeled off next revealing
pale water wrinkled feet. I swung my leg from around his waist and removed
my shoes and pants. Unlike Colt I was wearing jockeys that held my
throbbing cock taut against the cotton cloth. Colt snapped each of his
sox's over a limb, and turned to me. I threw him my jeans, which he placed
on a higher branch so the sun could fall on it. I had moved a few feet from
the oak to a soft grassy spot.

      Colt stood by the tree, almost naked with his jeans half way down his
hips. His boy cock still hard as ever. I motioned him to me and as he
arrived, pulled his pants down. He stepped out of each leg and threw them
at the tree – not caring where they landed. There was Colt, the Boy God,
standing over me naked, breathing rapidly in excitement with an angelic but
hesitant smile across his face.

      I slid my hands up his smooth hairless thighs and to the center where
the rock hard boy sucker was. Colt shuddered. I grabbed one of his hands
and pulled him down. His naked one hundred pound frame collapsed on top of
me. His body touching mine felt like being drunk in a warm bath.  I stroked
his back while he wiggled and adjusted himself on top of me. I rolled us
onto our sides and cupped the back of his neck. I looked into his hazel
eyes and kissed him with small tender pecks across his lips. I could feel
his breath bounce against my cheek as his nose exhaled warm salty breezes
across my lip.  My lips began to travel. Kissing his soft cheek, chin,
neck, and chest. I gently sucked and licked one of his tiny nipples, and
then blowing on it, I watched it and it's sister get hard and firm. Licking
down his torso, the taint of the river and Colt's sweat on my tongue drove
me mad with lust for this boy. Stopping at his little belly, I pushed my
face into his soft stomach - inhaling the boys' scent as if to draw his
soul into mine.

 	I moved on to my desired goal.  I licked his shaft as I gently
cupped his taut sack.  Colt's head barely protruded from his uncircumcised
virgin foreskin. I let my lips touch the tip of his head. My lips kissed
the tip, allowing my tongue to lightly probe his pee hole.

      Colt wiggled his body, gasping as I took the full length of his12
year old velvet shaft into my mouth. Colt moaned in boyish ecstasy.

      As my mouth gently stroked away at his dick, I moved my hand off his
ball sack and inched my finger between his butt cheeks. Colt instinctively
adjusted his legs to allow me access to his "rosebud". I found his taut
blossom, and gently pushed until my finger passed between the tight
sphincter and into his body. Colt gasped at the invasion but said
nothing. Now, I began to suck him as hard as I could - determined to suck a
bowling ball through a straw. Colts penis strained to release his boy
essence.  My tongue lapped hard at his tiny head that was deep in my
mouth. My middle finger firmly placed up this boy's ass, searched and found
that special place. I began to tap it. Colt's back arched at the. As if on
queue, his caldera erupted into my mouth. If he hadn't been able to cum
before, he could now as a tiny squirt of warm boy cum shot into my mouth.

      Colt panted madly as his body was racked with orgasmic pulses. I
began sucking up and down wildly trying to maximize the pleasure of this
boy's first blowjob - all the while finger fucking his ass. I knew by the
hoarse crackly moan that came from Colt's pleasure twisted face, he would
want more.

      I kept his dick in my mouth as it softened - relishing the sensation
of a pre-pubescent cock on my tongue, I slowly extracted my finger from his
cavity. I could faintly taste the mild creamy flavor of the boys cum. I let
my tongue lap at his shrinking boy dick while my hand messaged his stomach
and chest.

      Working on a boy like this was almost as pleasurable as exploding my
own wad, but I knew the best was yet to cum.

      "Well, how was that?" I asked releasing a slimy spit covered boy dong
from my mouth.

      "Shit, Fuck," he panted now with a sweet and tentative voice. "That
was ... that was," he uttered.

      "Loss for words are we." I laughed. "Well, that was just the
beginning. We'll take some time and then the real fun will begin." I said.

      Colt propped himself on his elbows and looked at me with wide eyes,
and an astonished open mouth smile.

      "That's right! Now roll over onto your stomach and rest awhile."

I positioned myself cross-legged next to the prostrate naked boy, and
gently began to massage his back, shoulders, legs, and butt.

      The sun had moved as the hot morning turned into an even hotter
afternoon. Beams of light passed between the branches and leaves of the Oak
tree, and glistened on the naked boys body. I hadn't noticed but Colt was
covered in a film of sweat. My hard on was still at attention as I touched
Colt's body. I examined him noticing the tan lines around his waist and
upper thighs. His butt was a creamy caramel color three shades lighter than
his cinnamon torso and legs. My fingers slid between his butt cheeks and
gently probed his hole - messaging it. I wondered if Colt could take all of
me. The thought of cumming inside of Colt strangled my dick. I didn't know
how much longer I could hold out.

      I patted Colt's firm butt and said, "Roll over."

      Colt twisted onto his back. Under the sunbeams, he shaded his eyes
with his forearm, and smiled sleepily at me.

      "You are really beautiful Colt." I said caressing his thighs and
stomach with the palms of my hands.

      Colt's boy cock was already half hard as it laid thickening to one
side. My fingers spread out as I ran my hands over his smooth hairless
chest. Savoring the delicate texture. My hands reached under his arms and I
brought him to a sitting position. He watched me as I grabbed the elastic
of my jockeys and with a quick hop slipped them neatly from under me and
off my legs. Colt stared at my erection with interest and awe. I grabbed
the boy under his arms again, and brought him on top of me as I laid
back. I spread my legs so the boy's body lay between them. Stomach on
stomach, chest on chest, I stroked his back and cupped his butt cheeks
pushing him tight against my body. I could feel that his young cock was
fully aroused now.

      While cupping one bun my other hand trailed up his naked back finding
Colt's soft nape and hair. I brought his face to mine, and kissed him
passionately. His mouth at first stayed shut, but slowly relaxed and began
to return kisses. Within seconds, Colt had opened and I was sucking his
tongue, exploring his mouth, tasting him. Colt too had gotten the feel of
it and began to reciprocate.

      My body and Colt's began to wrestle and writhe into contorted
positions. Colt began to message my chest and sides, occasionally wandering
to my pubic hair and stroking the side of my shaft with the flat of his
hand before caressing some other part of my body. I felt as if I were one
jolt of infinite electricity as the boy touched my body.

       I lay on my back and grabbed Colt's slender hips, adjusting his dick
over my face while his face looked down on my cock.  I lowered his hips
toward my face engulfing his prick. It was so smooth and silky in my
mouth. No irregular veins or bumps, and completely even from tip to
stern. No raging mushroom head on this boy yet – just 4 inches of
proportionate uncut boy penis. I sucked him feeling his foreskin move back
and forth over his little cock head, and hoped that he would reciprocate at
his end.

      Colt grasped my bulging dick in his delicate young fingers. I could
feel that he was testing unknown waters. He kissed and lightly licked at my
stiff shaft but stayed away from my head.
      I rolled the both of us onto our sides never releasing him from my
mouth. I gave a quick and strong suck. Colt gave an ecstatic cry and
suddenly came down on my dick hard - sucking it like a feral child at his
mother's tit.

 	My dick screamed to release it's built up wad and a jolt of precum
erupted into Colt's mouth. I shoved Colt off my dick before his sucking
ended our wild ride too soon. Colt spit the taste from his mouth. I sat up
cross-legged again and had Colt sit in my lap facing me. His boy legs
wrapped around my waist, I grabbed both our dicks crushing them together in
the palm of my hand, and gently began to stroke them up and down. Colt put
his arms around my neck squeezing me close to him, "frenching" my mouth
like an expert.

      I let go of our cocks, and grabbed his sides pushing him onto his
back. I sat on my knees between Colts legs. I could see his hairless dick
pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I grabbed his legs just under each
knee and brought them up - shoving them to his chest and resting his calves
on top of my shoulders. I could see his tight little butt hole, slightly
pink from the previous finger fucking.

      "I'll go slow with this. Just hang in there." I said.

      Colt looked at me reservedly but nodded consent.

      I built up a load of spit in my mouth and let it trickle out and onto
Colt's butt hole. I shoved the spit gently into his hole. Another wad I
spit into my hand and slathered the lubricant on my shaft. I leaned over
the boy as I positioned my self for penetration. I placed my dick at the
soft entrance of Colt's butt hole and began to push. Colt moaned.

      "Don't fight. Think about trying to take a shit." I said.

       A few more pushes and I breached the boy's tight hole. Colt cried
out in surprise and pain at the intrusion. I stopped moving. ""Hold on
Colt. I'll stop here until you get use to it." I said.

      I could feel the boy relaxing, and began to slowly push deeper into
him. Within minutes the length of my shaft was inside of Colt. I lowered
myself closer to him. Letting his legs drape over my thighs. My hands
supported his young waist.

      I whispered, "Here we go. Slowly, okay?" - He nodded.

      My hands slid from Colts hips and under him lifting his back
slightly. I began to pump his ass. Long slow strokes pushed my cock deep
into his body. I couldn't believe how warm, soft and tight this boy could
feel.

 	I could see Colt shiver with each stroke of my dick.  Goose bumps
sprang up over his chest and arms as I continued to shove my dick in and
out of him. Both of our naked bodies were drenched with sweat now. Ribbons
of perspiration trickled down the sides of my face drizzling onto Colt's
stomach. The hollow of his little belly button pooled with perspiration. I
began to speed my strokes shoving my cock to the hilt, in and out of this
12-year-old boy. I took one hand and began to stroke Colt's boy cock
sending him into painful ecstasy for the second time. Colt moaned, "Oh,
no. Oh, man."

 	Watching Colt as I fucked him drove me insane, and just as Colt let
out an orgasmic cry and climaxed, my dick exploded inside the boy as his
ass muscle tightened around my shaft sending waves of butt fucking pleasure
through my dick and body. Both of our cocks pulsed like geysers trying to
eject their load. Streams of man cum spewed into Colt's body as I came and
came and came. I let out a deep-seated groan of pleasure as my orgasm raced
into the boy's ass.

      Colt's dick was still throbbing and ejaculating in my hand - though
nothing came out. I'd never seen a boy maintain an orgasm for this long,
and I continued to milk him until the last ejaculating pulse escaped his
young dick and into my hand.

 	I pulled out of Colt gently, and fell on his naked, wet and
exhausted body. Massaging his sweat slicked chest and stomach. I wiped
sweat from his face and gently kissed him. Colt had his eyes closed, gently
cooing as my lips touched his. Lying on our sides, I wrapped my arm around
his glistening sweaty waist stroking the nearest but cheek. Colt began to
smile.

      "That was the best ever." I told him.  "You give really good riding
lessons." I joked.

      Colt smiled shyly and pulled at some of my chest hairs.

      "Let's get washed up. I haven't seen the horses for awhile." I said.

      We went out into the river. The water had warmed in the noonday
sun. Colt and I splashed around washing away the sweat and man/boy sex. We
got dressed, and Colt began whistling for the horses. We had walked only a
few yards along the riverbank when a man came over one of the hills with
two horses in tow. Gary the ranch owner came approached us.

      "Thought you might like these back you two." He said.

      "Thanks Gary." Colt grinned.

 	"How long you been looking for us?" I asked.

      "Oh, not long. Found you about a half hour ago." He said looking at
Colt then me.

      "Looks like you got yer self a new riding teacher Mr. Mathews," Gary
added with a snicker.

      Colt turned bright red at the realization.

      "I think, you boys better walk your horses back to the stable. I
don't think your seat'll be in much shape to ride for a while." Gary
remarked as he handed each of us one of the horse reigns.

      "You have a nice day Mr. Mathews," Gary said in a dry matter- of
-fact western tone, and began to walk off toward a pickup truck parked on a
nearby hill.

      I looked at Colt.

      "Busted." I grimaced.

      "I can ride just fine." Colt snickered "There's nothing wrong with my
butt." He added.

      "You're sure right about that Colt. There's nothing wrong with you
butt – It's perfect." I said.

      Colt smiled, "Thanks Tobias. You need a riding lesson tomorrow, huh?"
Colt slyly asked.

      I threw an arm around his young shoulder. "I sure do Colt. I sure
do!"

      fin