Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 22:51:04 -0400
From: Andrew Todd <atodd867@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Lessons Chapter 6

This story is an act of fiction involving a (eventually) sexual
relationship between teen-aged boys. If that bothers or offends you, please
move on.

This is my first attempt at writing this type of story. Comments and
constructive criticism are appreciated. Contact me at atodd867@gmail.com

Special thanks to my Editor: Jim


RIDING LESSONS

By

Andrew Todd

Chapter VI.

"Don't even think about it."

Zak hadn't seen Dusty come around the corner of the barn looking for him,
nor had he heard him drive up. He was too distracted planning his
clandestine ride. He was still standing on the second plank of the fence,
with one hand balancing on the top plank of the fence and the other resting
on Onyx's back. Hearing Dusty's voice, Onyx stepped away from the
fence. This caused Zak to lose his balance and he fell forward into the
paddock.

"Oof." Zak landed flat out and had the wind knocked out of him.

Dusty ran up and hopped the fence. He grabbed Zak under his arms and lifted
him to his feet. Keeping his eyes on Onyx he helped Zak to crawl between
the fence planks and then he jumped back over the fence.

Dusty grabbed Zak by the shoulders. Anger flashed in his eyes. "What the
hell were trying to do, Zak?"

Zak stared up at Dusty. "Nothing. I was just sitting on the fence and
talking to Onyx. You came up and scared him."

"Zak, don't bullshit me. I've been in that situation; I know exactly what
you were planning to do and you could have gotten hurt."

"Dusty, Onyx trusts me. He wouldn't hurt me."

"Zak, you've spent a little bit of time with him over the past two
days. I've been dealing with him for the last couple years. I know he likes
you and he seems very attached to you, but I still don't trust him. Plus,
he's more horse than you've ever ridden. Even if you had years of
experience, I would be concerned for you. Promise me you won't try that
ever again."

Zak looked down at his feet.

"I'm serious, Zak. Look me in the eye and promise me that you won't try
that again. I don't want anything to happen to you. I've just found you; I
don't want to lose you."

Zak looked up at Dusty, shocked by Dusty's confession. He started to tear
up. "I'm sorry, Dusty. It was just so tempting. When I'm near Onyx I get
this pull I can't explain. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I'll promise you
that I won't try it again if you promise me that you will help me work with
him and get ready to ride him someday."

Dusty looked at Zak. He knew what Zak was feeling; he had had the same
feelings about Phoenix and he had snuck his first ride when no one was
around in spite of Mr. Jones telling him that Phoenix was to be trained by
a professional trainer. He still remembered Mr. Jones catching him that
first time. He knew if he did not agree to Zak's terms, Zak would try again
and with a horse like Onyx he could be seriously injured. He could not take
it if anything bad happened to Zak.

Dusty sighed. He took Zak's hand in his. "Look, Zak. I know what you are
feeling. I've been there. Mr. Jones had promised me that after Phoenix's
mama had her foal and the foal was weaned that I would get to work with her
and train her. I was so excited; I had been working here for just over a
year and I would finally have my own horse. After she died and I took to
looking after Phoenix, Mr. Jones let me help with other horses and tried to
get me more involved in training, but all my energies were put into
Phoenix. He was a bit of a brat and a little wild. Mr. Jones told me more
than once that he was going to hire a professional trainer to train him. I
would get to ride him eventually, but I wanted to be the first person to
ride him."

"What happened?"

"Well, one day when Mr. Jones was away for the afternoon and I was the only
one around, I decided it was now or never. I brought Phoenix into the round
pen and worked him for a little while. I got closer and closer and when the
moment was right I climbed up on him. He never even bucked on me and I
spent most of the afternoon just riding him around the ring and starting
his training. Then, Mr. Jones snuck up on me. I figured I was going to be
fired and never see Phoenix again. Instead, he just laughed and said that
he knew I was going to try it no matter what he said. He basically gave me
the time to do what I was going to do."

Zak looked at Dusty hopefully.

"I'm willing to agree to help you with Onyx. I'll show you how to train him
and how to work with him, but you have to do everything my way. And we have
to do this on our own time, work comes first. And above all else, you DO
NOT ride him until I say it's alright. Ok?"

Zak shook his head vigorously. "Yes!! Yes!! I'll do whatever you say." He
launched himself at Dusty and hugged him hard.

Dusty hugged him back. "Ok, let's go eat."

Dusty wrapped his arm around Zak's back and led him back to the office. The
boys sat back to enjoy their lunch.

When they were finished, Zak asked, "What's next on the agenda?"

Dusty thought about it for a minute. "How about a trail ride? We could try
one of the other trails. That will give you some practice riding outside of
the arena."

Zak's eyes lit up. "Can we stop at the lake?"

"Sure."

"Can we go for a swim?"

"I guess we could, if you had a bathing suit."

Zak looked at Dusty with a sparkle in his eyes. He stood up and lowered the
waist of his jeans about two inches to show Dusty the speedo he was wearing
underneath.

Dusty just grinned and shook his head. "So, you planned this did you?"

"Well, the weatherman said it would be unseasonably warm today so I was
just planning ahead. But, do you have a swim suit?"

"Actually I keep a pair of boardies in my truck. I learned I never know
when I might want to go for a swim, so I like to be prepared."

"Cool, so let's go." Zak ran towards the door.

"Hold it," Dusty yelled to him. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I'm going to go get Blaze."

"Nope. Blaze has done enough for today and you need to get in practice with
other horses. You won't always be able to use the same horse when we do
trail rides. Often, regulars will request the same horse when they come
out. Blaze is very popular because she is so mellow. I don't have to worry,
because no one rides Phoenix besides me."

"So, what am I going to do?"

"I know who you can ride." Dusty stood up and walked out of the
office. "Come with me."

Dusty started walking to the back of the barn with Zak following. When they
were approaching the hallway where Onyx's stall was, Zak started to turn
and walk down that hall. Dusty grabbed his arm and directed him down
another hallway. "Nice try, Slick."

Zak just looked up with innocent eyes. "You can't blame me for trying."

Dusty just kept walking, leading Zak out the barn door and over to the
second barn. "You are going to be the death of me this summer."

Zak stopped and pouted at Dusty. "Well, if that's the way you feel, maybe
you should have another `partner' this summer," he teased.

Dusty walked over to Zak and placed his hands on Zak's hips. "After all the
time I've put into training you right, no way." He started moving his
fingers up and down Zak's sides, tickling him.

Zak was very ticklish and wiggled to get free of Dusty's grip, laughing so
hard he was afraid he might wet himself. Finally, Zak collapsed on the
ground, panting. "Stop, you big bully. If I wet myself, you're going to
regret it."

Dusty just rolled his eyes and offered Zak a hand up. Holding onto Zak's
hand, he led him into the barn. They stopped at a stall that held a white
horse with black and brown spots all over his rear. The horse was bigger
than Blaze, but not as big as Phoenix or Onyx. "Zak, this is Bob."

"Bob?"

"I didn't name him."

"What kind of horse is he?"

"He's an Appaloosa. A lot of people will call them an Indian pony, because
they were used by many Native Americans. He's a great trail horse, but a
little more challenging than Blaze. Plus, he loves the water, so he'll go
into the lake with Phoenix."

Zak's eyes got as big as saucers. "We're going to take the horses in
swimming with us?"

"Sure; there is no way I can take Phoenix out there and keep him out of the
water. He loves it too much."

Zak walked over to Bob and started petting him. He grabbed his halter off
the hook by the stall and opened the stall door. He talked softly to the
horse, while he put on the halter. He led the horse out of the stall and
into the hallway. "Is his tack in the tack room over there?" he gestured to
the room across from the stall.

"Yes," replied Dusty. "But just grab the hackamore for him."

"What about his saddle?"

"You won't need it, we'll go bareback."

Zak started to get nervous. "Really, are you sure I can do that?"

Dusty walked over to Zak and put his arm around Zak's shoulder. "Zak, I
wouldn't ask you to do anything I didn't think you could do. You can use a
saddle if you want, but then we'll have to take it off and put it back on
at the lake. Plus, if he spends a lot of time in the water, we'd have to
wait for him to dry to re-saddle him. You'll be fine. We won't go faster
than a leisurely walk. Unless you want to."

Zak leaned into Dusty. "Ok, might as well give it a try."

"That's the spirit. Why don't you take him out to the crossties and just
give him a quick grooming. I'll get my suit and grab Phoenix."

"Ok."

Zak worked at grooming Bob while Dusty was gone. He kept stepping back to
admire the colors of this horse. He was constantly surprised every time
Dusty introduced him to a new horse. He had never realized there were so
many breeds. He had just thought horses were all the same, just different
sizes and colors. He decided that he would spend time this summer
researching various breeds to learn more about them and why and how they
were used. He had already spent several hours the night before researching
Friesians online. He was fascinated by the graceful horses and had learned
a lot about them.

He would not break his promise to Dusty, but he was bound and determined
that he would ride Onyx before the summer was over. He felt like Dusty was
challenging him with each horse he had him ride and it was important that
he meet each challenge to prove to Dusty that he could and should ride
Onyx. He knew that Dusty was only concerned about his safety, but Zak knew
in his heart that Onyx would never hurt him.

The only thing that really irked Zak about Dusty's attitude was that Dusty
knew what it was like to have that ONE horse. He had Phoenix and no one
could take Phoenix away from him. They belonged to each other. He supposed
if he had felt the connection to Blaze or Bob or one of the other horses,
Dusty and Mr. Jones would not have reacted the same way.  But he could not
help the way it was. Onyx was HIS horse; there was no other way around it.

"Ready to go?" Zak turned and saw Dusty standing there in a pair of dark
blue boardies and a t-shirt. On his feet he had a pair of flip-flops. He
had his ever-present saddle bags slung over his shoulder.

"Where are your boots?" Zak asked.

"In the barn, by Phoenix's stall. The rule is: when we are doing lessons or
trail rides, boots are a must, but when it's just us, anything goes. It's a
pain to have to strip down at the lake and then wait to be all dried off
before you get dressed. This is much freer."

"What about me?"

"Well, you can ride out in just your suit and t-shirt, too."

Zak blushed a deep crimson. "Dusty, I'm wearing a speedo."

It was Dusty's turn to blush. "Oh, well, keep your jeans on and just leave
your boots and socks here. Barefoot and bareback is Ok. Just watch where
you step." He looked at Zak and raised his eyebrows.

"Eww," Zak shivered. "I didn't need to think of that."

"Do you have your sunscreen?"

"Yes, it's in my backpack."

"Go get it and I'll put it in my saddlebags. It will be easier that way."

Zak went to retrieve his sunblock and when he returned he handed it to
Dusty who stored it in his saddlebags.

"Now," Dusty started, "the only thing I don't have is towels. I had a
couple in my truck, but I brought them in to be washed. I honestly didn't
think we'd be swimming this soon."

Zak grinned at him. "Hold on." He ran back to his backpack and returned
with two beach towels. "I had these stashed in my backpack, too."

Dusty laughed. "You were planning ahead, weren't you?"

"I really wanted to go swimming, so I figured if I had everything we
needed, things might go my way."

"Ok, give me one of the towels and just throw the other one over Bob's
withers. Like this." Dusty took one of the towels and tossed it over
Phoenix's withers and then placed his saddle bags over the towel. Zak threw
his towel over Bob's withers in the same manner.

Dusty walked over to Bob. "Here, let me hold him while you get the
hackamore on him." Dusty removed Bob's halter and just stood there petting
him while Zak worked on the other side to get the hackamore on the
horse. "See," Dusty said, "Bob and Phoenix are horses that can be `ground
tied'. They will just stand there for you if necessary." Zak looked over at
Phoenix who had not moved an inch since Dusty came over to help him.

"Ok, Zak, we're ready."

"Uh, Dusty, how am I going to get up there?"

Dusty grinned. "Well, Buckaroo, if you were by yourself, you could use a
mounting block or lead him over to a fence. I've even had people use the
gate of my truck to mount bareback. But, in the interest of speed, I'll
give you a leg up." He walked around to where Zak stood on Bob's left
side. "Ok, bend your left knee. I'll give you a boost and you can throw
your right leg over."

Zak held the reins in his left hand and raised his arms up on Bob's
side. He raised his left foot up and Dusty gripped his left knee and left
foot, Zak gave a hop with his right foot and Dusty boosted him up onto the
horse.

Dusty patted Zak's thigh. "All set?" Zak nodded. "Hold on," Dusty said as
he stepped inside the barn. "I want you to wear this." He handed Zak a
black, plastic helmet that looked like the one he wore when he rode his
bike.

"Really?" Zak asked. "I can't wear my hat?"

"Not this time. I don't expect Bob to give you any hassles, but I would
feel better if you wore a helmet the first couple times we take the horses
out." Zak rolled his eyes at Dusty. "Get used to it, because the only way I
ever let you ride Onyx is with a helmet."

"Hey," Zak objected. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"The deal was we do it my way or we don't do it."

Zak glared at him.

"Zak, these are the things we have to do to protect people. We require
everyone that takes a trail ride to wear a helmet. If they refuse they have
to sign a waiver or they don't go. If they are under 18, they don't get a
choice. So look at it this way. You have to wear it because I am telling
you to, but you'll also know what it's like for customers to have to wear
them."

"Fine, I'll wear the damn thing." He handed his cowboy hat to Dusty, who
ran it into the barn, and put on the helmet and fastened it. "I feel like
an idiot," he mumbled.

Dusty just looked at him and shook his head.

"Can we go now?" Zak asked.

Dusty nodded and went over to Phoenix and vaulted onto his back.

Dusty walked Phoenix over to Zak and Bob. He stopped Phoenix next to Bob,
so he and Zak were face to face. "This will be good practice for
you. Without the saddle you need to rely more on your seat and your
legs. You still need to keep your heels down and sit deep. Keep your back
straight. It will be bumpy..."

"...and bony," Zak interjected. "It's like there is a pole running between
my cheeks and under my balls."

Dusty laughed. "He's a little on the bony side, yes. But, again, you'll get
used to it. Let's go." Both boys moved their horses into a walk. "Stay
right abreast with me. We're not going to go any faster than a walk on our
way out to the lake. We have all afternoon, so there is no hurry. It's more
about getting your technique down than it is to get there quickly."

As Bob plodded along, Zak looked around the wooded area they were walking
through. There were several points where the trails would fork off. Dusty
told Zak that they would investigate a different trail each time so that he
would know where they went and how long it would take them.

They rode in silence for a while; Zak was just taking in the sights and
sounds of the woods. He had never been camping and only went hiking one
time when his mom had forced him to be a Cub Scout (an experiment that had
lasted exactly two weeks). But, riding along with his handsome friend and
these great horses, he appreciated the beauty of the area.

Dusty spoke up. "I know you're looking all around and trying to take it in,
but you also want to keep an eye on the trail. These two know where they
are going so steering isn't often an issue, but you want to watch out for
debris; fallen or low hanging branches; and especially, holes. If a horse
steps in a hole, they can seriously injure themselves. If they break a leg,
they often have to be destroyed."

Zak was shocked. "They'd kill them just because they broke a leg!?!" he
exclaimed.

Dusty looked over at Zak. "It's a merciful thing, Zak. Horses spend most of
their time on their feet and a broken leg is one of the worst injuries for
them. It takes weeks to heal and the horse cannot put any pressure on
it. Think about it. A horse can't use crutches. The best they can do is rig
a sling to keep the horse from putting pressure on the leg, but that
requires them to be very calm and still, which is a lot to ask a horse for
a few months at a time."

"Have you had to deal with that?"

"No, it was hard enough when Phoenix's mama died. Luckily, we haven't had
it happen while I've been here, but a neighbor had one of their horses
break a leg and have to be put down. It was rough on them, but in the end
it's the best thing for the horse; the suffering would be too much."

"I don't know if I could survive something like that."

"You could and you can. You're stronger than you give yourself credit
for. In the end you would realize it was the best thing for the horse. I
won't lie, it would hurt like hell, but it would hurt more to watch an
animal that you loved suffer like that."

Zak saw a few tears fall from Dusty's eyes. He knew what Dusty had gone
through losing Phoenix's mother and he was probably thinking about that
now. Zak reached out and took hold of Dusty's hand. Dusty looked up at him
with tears in his eyes. Zak smiled at him and they just rode the trail
holding hands.

Soon they came to the clearing by the lake. They stopped the horses in
front of `their' tree. Dusty slid down from Phoenix's back; he took his
saddle bags and towel down and laid them on the ground under the tree. He
removed the hackamore from Phoenix's head and allowed the horse to wander
off to graze.

Then he went over to Bob's side. He took Zak's towel and threw it on top of
his. He removed Bob's hackamore and laid it on the towels with
Phoenix's. He motioned for Zak to slide down. Dusty caught him in his arms
before his feet could hit the ground. He removed the helmet from Zak's head
and tossed it over with their other stuff.

Dusty just stood there for a moment holding Zak in his arms. Zak tilted his
head back to rest it on Dusty's chest and the two just melted
together. Dusty brought his lips to Zak's ear and kissed his earlobe. He
then kissed his way down from Zak's earlobe to his neck. He lightly sucked
on Zak's neck and then moved onto his shoulder. He kissed his way across
Zak's shoulder and then bit him, hard.

"Hey!!" Zak exclaimed. "Play nice."

Dusty was laughing. "We're here to swim, not for that stuff."

Zak turned and looked into Dusty's dark eyes. "I know, but this slow thing
is getting harder."

Dusty returned Zak's gaze. He was having a hard time with his resolve as
well. Suddenly, he grabbed Zak around the belly and threw him over his
shoulder. "You need to cool off, little man," Dusty laughed as he carried
Zak into the lake.

"Hey!!" Zak squealed. "If you drown me do I get workman's comp?"

Dusty stopped at the edge of the lake and put Zak down. "Ok, hot stuff,
strip," he ordered.

"What kind of a boy do you think I am?" Zak joked.

"One who's gonna be wearing wet jeans for the rest of the day if he doesn't
STRIP!!"

Zak tore off his t-shirt and unbuckled his jeans. He was trying to get them
off so quickly he tripped and landed on his butt. "Damn, my ass is going to
be so black and blue after this weekend."

"Quitcha bitchin'."

Zak sat there and pouted. "Hey, you're being mean to m..." He looked up at
Dusty and stopped. Dusty was standing there in just his boardies. Zak
already thought Dusty was the most beautiful person he had ever seen but
seeing him like that stopped his heart. Dusty's chest was well-defined with
six pack abs and gorgeous pecs, each dotted with a dark brown nipple that
currently stood at attention. He had no body hair except for his armpits
and the light trail that went from his navel to his swimsuit's waistband.

Zak just stared at Dusty and felt all the blood in his body rushing to one
spot. He quickly pulled off his jeans and tossed them up the shore and ran
into the water.

"Hey!!" Dusty yelled after him. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta cool off," Zak yelled as he dove under the water.

Dusty watched Zak swim around for a few minutes. He was an excellent
swimmer and his time in the pool showed on his body. He was slim, but not
skinny. He had the classic swimmer's build: narrow waist, flat stomach,
high tight pecs and strong legs. He was an amazing sight to Dusty.

He tore his eyes from watching Zak and looked back to where they had left
the horses. Phoenix stood there looking at him with contempt for making him
wait on shore. Dusty laughed and then put his thumb and middle finger to
his lips and whistled. Phoenix came running up to the lake with Bob chasing
behind.

Dusty called to Zak, "Watch out, we have company."

Zak was floating in the water when he heard Dusty's call. He righted
himself just in time to see the two horses run into the water. Dusty was
only in about knee-deep water and as Phoenix ran by him he grabbed a lock
of mane and swung himself astride the horse. They were heading straight for
Zak. So was Bob. Not to be outdone, Zak did a breast stroke over towards
Bob. By the time he reached the Appaloosa he was mid-belly deep in the
water. This allowed Zak to swim up to his side and while talking to the
horse, maneuver himself on his back.

Dusty watched Zak climb onboard Bob. "Alright, now you're getting it," he
called to Zak. "Good job."

Zak called back. "There are no reins."

"It's good practice for your leg cues. He's really going to go where he
wants to go. If he gets too deep for you or you get nervous, just slide
off; in the water you know you won't land on your butt."

Zak shot Dusty a dirty look. "Very funny."

The boys frolicked with the horses in the lake for the better part of an
hour. Zak cheered as Dusty did backflips from Phoenix's back. Zak tried it,
but didn't have enough balance to stand on Bob's back. The boys and the
horses were both getting tired. As if on cue both horses headed for
shore. When they were about knee-deep in the water the boys slipped from
their backs. The horses continued out of the lake and went over to a grove
of trees to graze.

The boys stood up in the water holding hands. Zak moved his hand hesitantly
to touch Dusty's chest. Dusty gave him a slight nod of permission. Zak
placed his hand on Dusty's chest and slowly moved it down to his belly. He
traced Dusty's navel and ran his finger along his trail of hair stopping
short of his waistband. He noticed a small scar about 2 inches long on
Dusty's belly. He ran his finger over it and Dusty shivered.

"What's this from?" Zak asked.

Dusty had a faraway look in his eyes. "Souvenir of a misspent youth. I'll
tell you about it later."

Zak nodded. He bent his knees and lowered his head. He brought his lips to
the scar and kissed it. He moved his lips up Dusty's belly, stopping to
swirl his tongue in Dusty's navel. He continued kissing his way up Dusty's
chest. When he got to the tight brown nipples, he took one in his mouth and
lightly bit it.

Dusty groaned. He grabbed Zak by the elbows and pulled him up so they were
face to face. They simultaneously brought their lips together and began to
kiss. Dusty felt Zak's tongue against his teeth and he opened his mouth to
allow him entrance. Dusty ran his hands along Zak's back down to his
rear. He took each globe of Zak's bubble butt in hand and squeezed causing
Zak to go up on his tip toes and kiss Dusty even deeper.

They stood in the lake kissing and caressing each other. There appeared to
be an unspoken agreement that the touching would not go below the waist, at
least in front. Butts seemed to be fair game as at the moment each had a
handful.

Dusty reached up and placed his hands on either side of Zak's face. He
caressed Zak's cheek and reached behind his head to bring him in
closer. Zak couldn't take much more. He had never been this hard in his
life. The feelings Dusty was sending through his body were blowing his
mind. He had never felt anything like this in his life. Each touch of
Dusty's hand made him quiver. Dusty's kisses made his pulse race. If he
didn't stop soon there would be nowhere left for his blood to flow. As it
was most of it was located in one area of his body.

Dusty took his lips from Zak's and moved down to Zak's collar bone; he bit
and licked and sucked his way across Zak's neck and shoulders. Zak knew he
was past the point of no return. Dusty was sucking on his neck so hard, his
whole body began to shake. Then without warning, he erupted. He grunted
hard as 5 shots erupted from his cock and created a darker wet spot on his
already soaked speedo. In his post-orgasm euphoria he was wild. He pulled
Dusty's mouth back to his and jammed his tongue in. He held Dusty's head in
place with one hand and caressed his muscular ass with the other. That was
enough to drive Dusty over the edge and he deposited his load into his
boardies.

As they both came down, they continued gently kissing and caressing each
other. Finally, Dusty wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and pulled
Zak to him in a hug. "Oh, my God, Zak," Dusty panted. "No one's ever done
that just by kissing me."

"Really?"

"Yes." Dusty smiled at Zak. "You are amazing."

Zak smiled back. "You're not so bad yourself."

Dusty stepped back and shook his head, his long hair blowing in the
breeze. "Man, if we can do that just by kissing, going any further may be
dangerous."

Zak giggled. "Someday I might be willing to take that chance."

Dusty looked at Zak. "Someday I just might let you."

Dusty grabbed Zak's hand and led him back into the water. "C'mon, let's
rinse ourselves off out here and then go relax by our tree."

"OUR tree." The words made Zak's heart fly.

The two dove under the water and swam around for a few minutes. Each went
in a separate direction to remove their bathing suit underwater and try to
rinse out the remnants of their play.

When they had done all they could, they each put their suits back on and
swam to meet each other. Holding hands they left the lake and walked
towards the tree they now thought of as `theirs'. Zak took the towels and
shook them out and laid them down under the shade of the tree. Dusty
rummaged through his saddle bags and pulled out two bottles of water and
Zak's sunscreen. He handed a bottle of water to Zak and instructed him to
lay down so he could apply some sunscreen to his reddened skin.

Zak purred as Dusty gently ran his lotion-covered hands over his back and
down to the point just above his ass. Dusty then rubbed the sunscreen onto
each of Zak's legs, being very careful to not miss a spot. He asked Zak to
turn over and Zak hesitated. When he finally flipped over to his back,
Dusty saw why. There was a tent in Zak's speedo and a small dark spot,
where he was leaking in his suit. Dusty leaned down almost lying on Zak and
whispered in his ear, "It's ok; if it happens again, it happens. Don't ever
be embarrassed around me."

Zak looked up at Dusty with a look of pure love. "Really?"

"Zak, how do you think it makes me feel to know that me just rubbing you
with lotion gets that reaction? Besides, just rubbing the lotion on you is
doing it to me." Zak followed Dusty's eyes down to the tented area in his
boardies.

Zak slipped out from under Dusty and sat up. "Can we just sit here and
relax for a minute? This is really getting to me."

Dusty smiled and sat back leaning against the tree. Zak crawled over and
placed himself between Dusty's legs and leaned back against his
chest. Dusty reached down with each hand and laced his fingers with Zak's.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the presence of each
other and the quiet of the meadow.

Zak slid down and snuggled up against Dusty's body. Dusty had his hand on
Zak's back gently stroking the soft skin.

Zak rubbed his hands across Dusty torso and then looked down at Dusty's
stomach. "Hey, where did you get this scar?" he asked as his finger traced
it.



***At the request of some readers, I've started an e-mailing list to notify
them when new chapters are released, if you would like to be added to list,
just drop me a line.***