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EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-2 "Wilder Love"
{Part #2 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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"Wilder Love"
| Todd is a sixteen year old boy looking for a cool |
| place to swim. The unusually hot summer has dried |
| up the ponds on his parent's farm. Without much |
| hope, the boy walks far through unfamiliar hills |
| this day. He finds more than he seeks. |
Sweat runs down my back. The hill that I've been climbing isn't all
that steep; my urgent hike to its crest is what leaves me breathless. A
few more weary steps brings me to the top. I take a good look around while
catching my breath.
Since leaving behind the flats of my father's corn fields, the land has
become more rolling and rugged. There's a real wilderness to it all. Tall
golden grass sways in the wind. Redwoods form dark groves at the foot of
each hill. I've spied some deer and a chattering squirrel but there's no
people about. I'm the only person here. Alone.
A pang aches my heart. I have really become alone without the company
of my best friend at my side; his brown eyes peering at me and that fond
smile of his. Johnny was like a lover to me. That truth and what we shared
seemed strange at the time but it really wasn't. We both felt how right it
was for us. Our real close friendship.
I shake my head to get my long hair out of my eyes. I try forgetting
about my heart pain. A deep breath. My troubles are put behind me. I look
ahead to what this day will bring.
The top of this hill gains me a nice view from my effort of climbing
it. There are other grassy hills surrounding me, though of lesser stature.
I take a good long look around to see what I can see.
How differently things are back at the farm. Pa had settled my mother
and I in the valley last summer. He was taken in by its flat, treeless
expanse. From where I stand now, there's mostly hills and forest. I've
been out exploring a few weeks now. This day had seen me up early and many
miles from home.
I spy a shiny reflection below me. It raises the highest hopes in me...
yes! It's a pond! I'm amazed that it has somehow escaped the drying hand
of our hot summer. But is it deep enough to swim in?
I carefully study its features. It seems to be a large pond. A thick
stand of cat-tails and weeds grow at one end. Most of the water is
unchoked. There's a small creek flowing into it at the other side. That's
probably why the pond is still here. Those on my pa's farm have all dried
up. Our only neighbors, the Shanton family, have told us that this summer
has been the hottest they've ever seen. And they have been farming in the
valley for nearly a decade!
I've seen enough and want to get down to it. I bound down the hill
while shedding my shirt. Upon reaching the bank, I untie my shoes and drop
my pants. I set my lunch sack on top of my clothes. A cooling swim is
about to be mine!
My dive in is a shallow one since I don't know its depth. A coolness
embraces my body. I dive down until my hands touch upon its muddy bottom.
Deeper than I imagined. The water is unusually clear as well. I kick my
legs to surface for breath.
I'm near the creek end of the pond so I swim towards it to investigate
this mystery. It shallows here. A chilling current runs past my legs when
I walk its length. After a short way, the creek ends at some large rocks.
It's as I've suspected; a spring. That explains why this pond has survived
the drought. Those near my pa's farm aren't as ideally situated.
I cup my hands and drink of the cold refreshing water. It surges from
the stones as if by magic. The hot sun beats down on my nude body. I turn
back to the pond to escape its heat.
I dive in with a splash. It's joyous to be swimming again! I clean the
sweat from my body. The pond water is sweet and clear. I swim its length
until reaching the other side. The pond shallows near the tall weeds with
thick mud coating my belly and knees. Frogs still their low voices from my
intrusion. I quickly swim back to the cooler, deeper waters.
It's great to have discovered this secret all for myself! A large, cold
bottomed pond at that. I'm sure Johnny would have marveled at this great
find. We'd be at playing all his silly games: racing its length, tossing
mud at each other; water tag. The naked stuff I wanted would come
afterwards.
I twirl around in the water as if to look for my friend. A deep sense
of him is felt here. It can't be... A sadness comes to me in rememberance.
Johnny is dead. The pox had taken him last winter. Tears sting my eyes
which I quickly wipe away with my long hair. My sweet memories of him are
still very much alive. They won't go away.
The pond becomes still. My ears fill with the sound of crickets which
soothe me. Frogs too have resumed their deep throaty songs at the weedy
end. I begin to sob for my lost friend. Why won't this deep pain ever go
away?
I head for the bank. Mud squishes between my toes while the hot sun
beats down over my back. I reach my clothes and sit over them to dry. A
hunger pangs me. Something is wrong... Hairs rise at the back of my neck.
My lunch sack is missing! I quickly look around for it but get the
frightening sense that it's been taken. I also realize how naked and
vulnerable I am. Alone, and far from home.
I spy movement at the far side of the pond. A great fear takes me. I
crouch low to the ground while trying to make out what it was. The
cat-tails hide him well. It seems to be a boy. I notice my lunch sack
lying outside the weeds from where he hides. An anger fills me.
I stalk towards him with my fear forgotten. When I reach my sack, I
find its contents spilled beside it. A hunk of cheese, hard bread and my
honeycomb are untouched. What's missing is my apple and strips of beef
jerky.
I become bold by shouting to the hiding youth, "why have you taken my
lunch?" Only silence. Not even an expected giggle. Who is this boy? Why
won't he answer me?
I pick up the remains of my lunch and place it back in the sack. My
eyes glare hard at this prankster. Why does he keep hiding from me? I can
just make out his dark form crouched behind the cat-tails. Some inner
sense prevents me from going into the weeds to get him. Something's not
right about it all.
I remember my nakedness and head back to my clothes. My lunch sack is
kept in hand. I'm often glancing behind me for the boy. Nothing. I notice
how muddy my feet are so before I put on my pants, I wade into the pond to
wash off my feet. My sack is tossed on the bank. A small splash in the
pond's center tells where a fish has grabbed a fly for lunch. I'll
remember to bring my fishing stick the next time I come back.
I startle at the sound of footsteps behind me. When I turn around, I'm
surprised by a strange boy there. What stealth! We both freeze to look at
each other. He's brown and thin with long black hair filled with tangles.
A young boy of twelve or thirteen. He's as naked as I am and looks to be
an Indian! I thought they've all been killed. What grabs my attention are
his dark eyes. They stare at me with a wild look.
I keep still so as to not frighten him. I'm also trying to hide my own
fear. My height isn't much greater than this Indian boy inspite of our
differing ages. That's because I'm a runt. Johnny was as tall as me when
he turned fourteen. I have greater strength and maturity though.
Hopefully, I won't be having to test it against this wild youth should it
come to a struggle.
The Indian boy crouches over my sack while his eyes stay ever upon me.
He empties it. Before I can say a word, he steals upon the honeycomb. I
see his hunger and obvious fear of me. Why doesn't he run off? The youth
greedily bites into what was supposed to be my after lunch snack. I study
him some more.
This boy is dirty. His arms show many small cuts while his fingers are
blackened at the tips. Scars on his chest mars what would have been an
attractive body. I suppose that living in the wild does that, especially
without wearing any clothes. My eyes wander down his lean belly to his
groin.
The Indian youth is excited. His thickly-skinned dick stands up tall
against a small tuft of black hair. A rosy tip has almost popped out from
the brown skin. Johnny had his dick the same way; uncut. I often allowed
my friend's frantic need to be satisfied in my mouth. I enjoyed the feel
of his rubbery foreskin and his thick knob sliding over my tongue. My butt
has also felt its penetration.
I wonder if this wild boy knows about such sex things? A tingling
sensation fills my balls. My dick swells from my fantasies coming to mind.
The Indian youth stares at my forming erection for him. I don't feel
ashamed at my manhood display. A bold notion fills my head.
I begin pulling over myself. The boy's bright eyes watch my
quick-handed motion over my hard dick. It feels good to masturbate in
front of him. A wetness fills my head from being so excited. I rub it over
the length of my cock to make it more slippery. The brown youth just
stands there to watch. Why doesn't he handle himself as well?
I peer down the boy's length to see that it's fully erected. There's a
slight upwards curve to the brown shaft; not straight as I thought a dick
should be. The moist head is blood red. Johnny's was pink like mine. I
continue to handle myself while a thrilling sensation builds up in my
stomach. I'll soon shoot off for this Indian boy.
A smile fills the boy's brown face. He drops the remains of my
honeycomb to the dirt. A few steps are taken until our feet are almost
touching. I feel a pang of fear mixed with excitement. His dark eyes look
wild. I almost think that he's going to attack me!
The Indian boy grabs his long cock and begins moving its thick skin.
I'm glad that he's joining into my lusty game. Without even a common
language or culture between us, our bodies can express a boy's pleasure.
His eyes shine from the thrill of handling himself.
I slow my pace to delay my explosive climax. I'm hoping to get this
Indian boy involved into some deeper acts of sex. I had coaxed Johnny to
try things with me. Our naked acts began after our swims in the pond. From
simply watching each other beating off, I had led Johnny to accept my hand
around his stiff and to even suck on it. Butt fucking came later. It had
taken months of performing the simpler things before I could get his dick
in my ass. Johnny had been a really shy kid.
The Indian boy crouching before me has a wild, knowing look in his dark
eyes. I wonder what things he's performed with his body? All boys learn
how to relieve an aching dick in hand. Even Johnny didn't need me to teach
him that. I'm thrilled by the notion that this strange youth might be
willing to partake of sex acts my body can offer him. How bold should my
next actions be?
A sharp thrill fills my dick. I've been surprised by its suddeness!
Before I can stop myself, my cum shoots out of me and to the Indian boy.
My held breath rushes out as a moan. I'm startled by the youth's hold of
my body. His dirty hand pulls over my dick to catch my sperm's flow. It's
pooled on his belly and in his palm. I gulp in air with the sweet pleasure
from my loins fading...
The wild boy scoops up my thick sperm from his belly. He sniffs it. I
watch him lick it from his hand causing me to feel some embarrassment.
Even Johnny had never done that! I've been satisfied but what about this
Indian boy? He seems to have forgotten about taking care of his long dick.
I become bold by slowly reaching out for it. The boy shudders at my
touch but remains crouched before me. I'm thrilled to be pulling over an
Indian boy's erection! His rosy knob pops out from the thick skin with
each of my quick strokes. A wetness pools over the head of it. I get a
real desire to taste it.
I lift my eyes to study the Indian boy's face. His eyes are shut.
Breaths race out his large nose. A pink tongue sticks out from his mouth
like a snake. My handling is really affecting him. It excites me to help
bring another male to his release. Would he allow me to suck on his dick?
We're startled from our naked game by loud honking. The Indian boy and
I quickly glance at the pond. Two geese have settled down in its middle.
The birds fold their wings at their sides. I look back at my new friend.
He stands over me with a plain expression on his face. The magic of our
special moment has ended.
He reaches down to the dirt for the remains of my honeycomb. It's eaten
in a few quick bites. I feel my own hunger and search through my sack for
the cheese. The boy sniffs at it. He reveals his dislike for it so I don't
offer him any. I like cheese and eagerly gobble it up.
I look through my sack for the bread. My hunger for it has me
forgetting to offer any to the Indian boy. I'm not feeling guilty; the
youth has already eaten my apple, beef jerky and honeycomb! My stomach
growls for more food. The lunch sack is empty.
The Indian boy smiles at me. It's not a friendly expression but a kind
of wild, boastful look. He stretches his body. I see the tightening of
muscles in his arms, legs and chest. In answer to his challenge, I show
off my hard body. Working on the farm has given me big muscles. Only my
short height betrays my true age. He may not realize it but I'm at least
three years older than him.
The boy grins wickedly. He gives me a hand gesture that I don't
understand. He crouches before me. A wild look comes into his eyes. It
frightening me. It's like the challenge our stud bull had given me when
taking a short cut through his corral.
I'm attacked! The Indian boy knocks me to the ground. His body lays
heavily over mine for a moment before he stands up. A look of triumph
fills his dark eyes. He crouches in readiness for my response.
I quickly get to my feet. The Indian boy grins. He launches himself at
me again but this time I step to one side, avoiding his attack. The youth
falls hard to the ground. He turns his head to me in surprise. I giggle at
his wide eyed expression.
I'm filled with relief. It's a kind of wrestling game this Indian boy
plays with me. The object of it is to throw your opponent to the ground.
The eager youth rises from the dirt to assume his ready stance. I also
crouch. My arms reach out to prepare for his attack.
Our bodies rush together. The boy tries to unbalance me by lifting me
off my feet. I twist my body and plant a solid foot into the dirt. My arms
reach tightly around his body. We turn in a circle over the ground. It
becomes a contest of hand holds turning to pushes and finding the most
advantaged placement of our feet.
I'm enjoying the closeness of our bodies. The boy's warm skin against
mine is very sensual. The odor of his sweat is attractive. It reminds me
of my exciting explorations of Johnny's body with my mouth. I had enjoyed
kissing over my friend's lime smelling skin, especially under his arm pits.
My friend had always tickled from my naughty tongue all over his body.
The Indian boy hooks his foot behind my leg, unbalancing me. I'm pushed
hard to the ground. My breath is knocked out. He triumphantly stands over
me while I recover. My head shakes in disappointment. I wasn't expecting
that kind of cleverness from him. He's a primitive savage after all.
A skin rubbing sound has me looking up at the youth. He's taken his
long dick in hand. A wild look fills his eyes. I'm about to reach up for
it when a bolder notion drops into my head. I get up and turn from the
Indian boy while sticking out my butt. With some spit in hand, I rub it
into my opening hole. My stomach fills with butterflies at my vulnerable
stance. Does the Indian boy know what I'm offering him?
A telling stab tries finding my butthole. I'm startled by his quick
acceptance! In knowing what's next to come, I relax my inner muscles. I
feel the boy's knob pushing into me deep. I keep myself from groaning out
in pain. He begins his wild thrusts before I can get used to his
penetration. Our bodies slam together.
The boy's hands pull over my hips with each of his stabs up my aching
butt. I hear him pant over my back. My pain turns to great excitement!
This wild boy uses my body as Johnny had often done. I've learned a few
tricks from having sex with my friend and use them now on this young
savage.
I back my butt onto his wild stabbing. He gasps from that lusty
connection. Deeper thrusts. I keep my asshole tight around his long dick.
Having sex with this Indian boy is more thrilling than with Johnny. I
suppose it comes from not knowing who this youth is or where he's from.
Would this Indian boy become my new friend? He's doing the naked things
that I like. To feel him inside me with such lust has me realizing how
much that I've missed it. Johnny was more than just some kid to fuck me
though. He was my best friend. We shared secrets and deep feelings for
each other. I really liked him. His games may have been silly but he had
given me what I had wanted. I wish that English words could flow from this
Indian boy so that I could ask him.
A voiced breath rushes down my back. The wild boy's dick pushes more
easily through my asshole. Has he cummed already? He must have since his
thrusts are shallow and have become slower. He gulps for air over my back
as if out of breath.
I reach down for my hard dick and pull over it. Getting fucked by this
youth has excited me to beat off again! A hand is needed since this young
boy isn't of length to push into that pleasure spot within me. Johnny
could get me to explode just from his deeper thrusts. He had a long dick.
I'm dripping again. I'm always doing a lot of that when having sex. I
take its clear stickiness into my hand to make it slick. My pullings start
feeling more intense. My stomach tightens. Oh, the building sweet thrills!
I'm getting close to it so I hold in a deep breath...
I yelp out when feeling a deep pain in my asshole. The wild boy wants
to fuck me a second time! It's ill timed though. He's interrupted the
building thrills in my dick. My hand tries to regain the pleasurable
rhythm while this youth bucks into my rear like a mad man. I try to keep
our wild bodies from falling to the ground.
I glance down at the boy's hands. They grip me with the blackened
fingers digging painfully into my sides. My butt feels his savageness as
well. Quick stabs of male power into my asshole. I try backing onto them
in proper time. The boy's pace is too frenzied.
My butthole must be real slimy after the boy's first climax. I need to
keep tight around his stabs. A second cumming can feel the best but it
can be hard thing to achieve. The intense sensations don't always build up
again. It was so with Johnny. He could only shoot once for all his
lengthy fucking. The boy had tired easily.
A lightning sensation shoots through my dick. I hold a breath and push
it out. Thick squirts against my belly. Oh, the sweet thrills that come
from having sex with a hot boy! I think that the Indian youth enjoys it
too.
I squat down a bit and concentrate on him fucking me. The boy's thrusts
have become deep and slow with their in and out rhythm. I enjoy taking
each lusty stab into my ass. It's such a fulfilling sensation to give a
boy his pleasure. To complete his maleness and need. I think that the
Indian youth is close to spending himself. More cum in my butt!
I feel a small guilt from enjoying it so much. Have I forgotten about
Johnny already? It's true that he only did the naked things because I had
wanted them. He eagerly allowed my hand over his long dick or my mouth to
suck out his clear seed. Butt fucking was a more difficult thing for him
to accept. Our friendship was more than all that so why am I so taken in
by this new boy? A wild Indian at that.
His sharp gasp turns my head to him. I peer at the youth's brown face
to see him deep into it. His eyes are shut while his mouth opens with its
pink tongue sticking out. His expression is one of agony. I know better
though.
Another gasp from him. The boy's eyes open to stare back at me with
such ferociousness! He stabs a few more times into my butt. It ends with
his loud cry.
I wish that my hole could feel a dick's gushing climax. The Indian boy
has just cummed in me again. I only know this from the way he became
frantic at the end and hearing his sharp cries of pleasure. It's enough to
have satisfied him. A new boy to fuck me. That notion gives me a strange
thrill.
My neck begins to ache me. I turn my head from the youth. My eyes find
the pair of geese in the pond. A mated pair. Behind me, my Indian mate
rubs his warm body against mine. His hands loosen over my hips. We're
still connected, dick in butthole. I want to keep our maleness together
for a bit longer while we rest.
The boy's hands reach around to hold me in a tight embrace. I peer down
to see them locked over my stomach. Little dirty hands that tell me how
much I'm his. A strange thought. Not an alarming one though.
After a spell, the boy loosens his grip on me. His hands roam up my
chest. I've some hair there which his fingers pull on. It tickles me.
The boy's dick slips from my asshole. A wetness trickles down my
thighs. Did he shoot that much in me? I reach down for some. It looks
clear in my hand so I sniff it. The expected mushroomy smell... sperm. Is
it thick as a man's or clear like a young boy's?
Johnny had once told me that his first cummings had been clear. He had
beated off since he was ten. With me showing him how to fuck a butt and
all, he matured to have his cum thicken and turn milky white like mine. He
was almost fourteen when that happened.
I feel chilled from behind. The wild boy has ended our mating embrace
so I turn to face him. His dark eyes shine fiercely at me. I reach down
for my blue shirt and put it on. The boy's eyes widen in fear. What's
wrong?
Before I can stop him, the Indian youth rushes past the tall weeds and
away from sight. I can't even call out to him to ask why. He's gone. I'm
left standing half naked at the pond's edge. My butt aches me a little.
A sly grin erupts on my face. My head turns back and looks downwards at
my conquered butt. Sweat covers both shapely humps. My hole leaks cum that
it's captured from that young savage. Two fucks worth!
A giggle escapes my lips. No one would believe that I've seen a wild
Indian this day. Not unless I claim that the 'savage boy' raped me. My
filled butthole would prove it.
I shake my head at my naughty thoughts. I've allowed that boy's long
dick in me, thrusting and squirting. It's a sweet secret that I'll keep
close to my chest. Just like my fond memories of Johnny. Alive in my heart
for always.
I glance at the swaying pond weeds. No sign of that dark skinned boy. I
wonder what spooked him or if we'll even meet again? He seemed to enjoy
playing with me. I hope that he lives close by and will be back at this
pond again. Maybe we'll become friends. I'd want that.
I reach down for my pants and put them on. A rumbling in my stomach
reminds me of my hunger. I head back for home while replaying my lusty
encounter with that Indian boy over and over again in my head. I'm sure
that he'll be back to put more of his wild seed in me.
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