Date: Mon, 01 Jan 2001 10:45:27 -0700
From: Kolorado Kowboy <xnavair@msn.com>
Subject: The Deputy & The Kid - 3

WARNING:  This piece of literature contains illusions to and actual
descriptions of man/boy sex and sexual themes.  If you do not like this
type of story or if you are not of legal age in your state/province then

please do not continue reading! The author and publishing authority are
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                              The Deputy and the Kid - 3
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     I opened my eyes shortly before dawn and was amazed to find
that neither Andy or I had so much as moved during the night. He was
still laying on top of me, wrapped in my arms. I laid there quietly, not

wanting to break the feeling of heaven, and pondered on what I'd ever
done to deserve having such a feeling of love and belonging that I was
having ever since I had decided to take care of Andy.
     Just as the sun was starting to paint the sides of the mountains
in a bright reddish-gold hue, a meadow lark whistled his greeting to the

new day. It sounded as if that meadow lark was right next to our camp
and Andy softly stirred in my arms at the melodious sound.
     "Mornin', son." I whispered.
     He lifted his head and gazed sleepily into my eyes.
     "Mornin', Dad!" he smiled.
     He slowly began to lift himself up off of me and we both felt the
momentary stickiness between our bodies from my partly dried semen that
had been there all night as we slept. Andy grinned sheepishly and, with
a
quick peck on my lips, he dashed to the edge of camp to empty his
ladder.
I joined him and as we finished, he looked up at me and smiled so
sweetly
that my heart almost busted out of my chest.
     "Dad?" ( God, how I loved it when he called me that. )
     "Yeah?"
     "What's it like where we're goin? Ya know, in your town?"
     "Well, for one thing, it's your town, now, you know. But it's
pretty much like a lot of small western towns, I s'pose. Maybe better'n
most, probably. It's sort of a central point for a lot of the ranches,
has a couple of small mines up the canyon to the west and then there's
the railroad. There's a long main street with a couple of shorter side
streets on either side. We
have a church and a school, though there are just a few kids your age."
     "Do you live in town?"
     "Not really. OUR place is about half mile out of town to the north,
kind of. Got a little cabin at the head of a small canyon with a creek
runnin' through and then some meadow land out in front. I think you'll
love it. Got a few head of horses. Been thinkin' of maybe gettin' some
cattle, maybe. Up to this point, there hasn't been much reason for me to
do a heck of a lot to
the place, but, now that I have you, well, I guess we'll just have to
work on
that. Won't we?"
     We had been pickin' up camp and saddlin' up while we talked. He
was pitchin right in without me tellin' him a thing to do. He was a
regular
little trooper.
     As I was swinging up into my saddle, a thought suddenly hit home.
     "Hey, Andy? Just how old are you, anyways?"
     He hung his head and I could just barely make out his answer.
     "Don't rightly know, really. Ma, she said somethin' just before the
accident, that she couldn't believe that I'd been 'round most of ten
year."
     I felt a wave of anger flood over me at the thought of those people

bein' so uncaring towards this beautiful boy that they didn't even
acknowledge his birthdays.
    "Tell ya what, son." I said, after gettin myself under rein. "Why
don't we call the day we met, that'd be July 15th, I believe, We'll just
have that as your 'official' 10th birthday. How's that sound to you?"
     "That'd be great, Dad. That way we would always remember when you
became my dad." He replied with just a hint of a tear in the corners of
those gorgeous eyes of his.
     "The 15th of Joo-ly it is then!" I said with a little flair just so
I could see if I could get even a small smile from him. It worked. I
swear, his smile made the day five shades brighter and ten degrees
hotter.
     Instead of going into town, I purposely skirted around it, stayin'
kinda up in the tree-line in the surrounding hills, and headed up to my
little cabin so that we could get cleaned up and rested up before I had
Andy meet the rest of the town and the inevitable round of questions
that were sure to come.
     As we neared the cabin, cuttin down and across the meadow, Andy
was looking all around and studying the area with an intenseness that
only a young boy can give.
     "I LOVE IT!" He bubbled. As he said that he just sort of launched
himself out of his saddle and into my arms. I found myself laughing as I
held him tight. Even as tired as I was, I was getting highly aroused
from having a near naked boy in my lap as we stopped in front of the
barn. Hell, a man would have to be dead, not to have SOME kind of
reaction from this wonderful bundle of energy squirming around in his
lap!
     After we had stowed our saddle gear away, rubbed down and fed the
horses, we lugged the rest of our stuff into the cabin. Andy dropped his

load and stood in the center of the main room, taking it all in.
     "Welcome home, son." I whispered.
     Andy slowly turned and gazed up into my eyes and even though there
was an ear to ear smile on his face, he had tears in his eyes. I set my
load down and held out my arms to him. He jumped into my arms with a
small squeek-like sound and promptly jammed his lips to mine.
     With my passion rising like a thermometer on a hot rock in full
sunlight, it was all I could do to force myself to break the kiss.
     "Hey, little one." I said, trying my best to put even a small bit
of authority into my voice. "Before we get to carried away, here, let's
get stuff put away, fix us a bite of grub, then we'll clean ourselves
up." I made a big deal of lifting his slender arm and sniffing in his
smooth armpit. "You stink.              Pee-yew!" That was almost a
major mistake as my senses were overwhelmed with his sweet boy-smell.
     "HEY!" He giggled, as he pulled his arms into his chest. "You don't
smell that good your ownself." he teased.
     Putting him down, I pointed to the corner and told him to put all
the gear over there while I would see what I could throw together for
supper.
     As we ate in a comfortable silence, it started dawning on me just
how much my life was going to change and that I would now have to start
putting the plans that I had half formed in the back of my mind, about
the
cabin and ranch, into effect. Andy was a MAJOR responsibility and, until
now, all I had had to consider was getting myself from one day to the
next, with no real regard as to the future. For some reason, these
thoughts felt good. Made me feel complete.
     Looking up at Andy, I told him my plans for the next day.
     "We'll go on into town, early, so I can be there when the bank
opens and return their money. Then, we really need to get you some
regular type clothes. Can't have you runnin' around all the time like a
little indian."
     "Why not?" He asked with a mischievous grin. "I kinda like it.
Don't you?" With that he got up and started doing his little imitation
of an indian dance.
     "I love it. But, how about you only wear that stuff here, around
the place, OK?"
     "Ahhh, OK, I guess."
     "For now, though, let's see about gettin' the trail dust off of us
and gettin' to bed. Got a big day tomorrow."
     I had gotten an old tub from the hotel in town, so after I filled
it with water, warming it up with water I'd been heatin' on the stove
while we ate, I had Andy climb in and get started.
     "Dad?" he asked as he stood up in the tub. "Would you do my back
for me?"
     "Sure." I replied, as I knelt down next to the tub. I took the
wash-rag from his hands and proceeded to wash his back, placing my left
hand on his tummy to hold him steady.
     The feel and sight of his soft, bare body soon had me rock hard and
dripping. I washed lower and lower down his back until I was gently
running the cloth in between his stunning little butt-cheeks and, even
through the cloth, I could feel when my finger went across his tight,
little
hole. I had never thought of anyone's butt as anything erotic, but this
young
boy was awakening things in me that were almost to much to bear. Almost.

     After I rinsed of his back, Andy turned to me and, placing his
hands on my shoulders, whispered "I haven't washed down there in front
yet, either."
     I looked down and gently began washing his smooth, hairless legs,
slowly working my way up to where they joined. As I ran the wash-rag
over his limp boy-cock it didn't stay limp for very long. I let the rag
fall from my hand and began softly running it over his beautiful sack,
gently squeezing his small balls and then up and over his hard three and
a half inch member.
    As I did this he began to quietly moan and sway.  He spread his legs
a little bit and as he did, I ran my hand under his sack, back to his
cleft. For some unknown reason, I hooked my index finger as it found his
small hole and, with a slight push, it entered him.
    Andy groaned aloud then and spread his legs more, at the same time,
squatting and taking in more of my finger.
     His reaction was something that I filed away for future exploration
and, much as I hated to, I removed my finger and told him to finish
rinsing off and get out so that I could clean up next.
     "Can I wash you?" Andy asked with an impish grin, as he toweled
himself off.
     "If you really want to, I guess."
     I washed everything except my back and crotch area and then I rose
up to my knees and handed him the wash-rag. His face was almost even
with mine as, with a small grin on his moist lips, he began to wash my
back.
     He placed his left hand on my stomach, as I had done to him, and it
ended up just at the top of my pubic hair. Aside from my underarms and
crotch area, I was almost as hairless as he was around my body. This had

been the source of much ribbing by my few friends both now and as I was
growing up. But, now, it was a new source of erotic feelings to have a
direct contact with his small, smooth hand with nothing to interfere.
     He reached my ass and, without hesitation, moved his hand between
my cheeks. He turned his hand sideways and moved it back and forth as
far between my legs as he could.
     God, I had NEVER felt the kind of feelings that were washing over
my body as this little angel moved his hand that was on my stomach down
and wrapped his little fingers around the base of my shaft while he
dropped the rag out of his other hand and slowly ran one of his fingers
up into my hole from behind.
     "OH! Ahhh, Andy, son? your gonna have to stop now." I forced myself
to say. I didn't want this to end so quickly or while I was still in the
tub and that is what was on the verge of occurring soon if he didn't
stop.
     Without a word, he stopped, planted a quick kiss on my lips and
skipped over to the bed.
     "Hurry up." He pouted. "It's startin' to get cold in here."
     I got out and dried off faster than I had ever done before. But,
then, I had never had a beautiful, naked young boy waiting for me in my
bed
before, either.
     As I reached the bed he held up the covers for me to slide in next
to him. I wrapped him in my arms as I felt his wrap around my neck as he

dropped the blanket over us. Our lips met, and a moan escaped from me as
I felt him press himself as tight as he could along the length of my
body.
 I rolled half on top of him and began to let my lips explore this
wonderful boy in my arms. I worked my lips across his smooth cheeks and
then down under his jaw to his neck and shoulders. Remembering the smell
of his armpit form before, I now put my nose into it as I freed my hands
and lifted his slender arms.  It was a different smell now, but had just
the same effect on me and I couldn't resist sticking my tongue out and
running it around the hairless area. He moaned aloud as I worked down
and across his chest to
his cute little nubbins.
     Working back and forth, I slowly licked and kissed the bottom ridge
of his ribs and shifted myself so that I was now fully laying between
his spread, smooth legs. Instead of giggling like I expected, he was now

moaning and thrashing around with his hands laying gently on my
shoulders.
    Licking down across his belly, with a short stop at his little
belly-button, I then moved over the top of his hipbones, tenderly
sucking and kissing. Then, completely avoiding my ultimate target, I
moved down and began licking and kissing my way up his smooth, slender
legs, doing first one then the other, up to where they joined underneath
his small boy-sack.
     Then, kneeling up on my knees, I gazed down upon this small bit
of heaven that lay naked before me.
     "God, You are so beautiful." I whispered as I ran my hands up his
sides and over his chest and stomach.
     Leaving my hands holding his chest with my fingers lightly
caressing his lovely armpits, I stretched back out, slowly bringing my
lips closer to his hard, pulsing little boy-cock. I was running purely
on some inner instinct that seemed to be guiding my every move.
     Andy gasped as I opened my mouth and took his entire 3 1/2 inches
AND his tight ball sack in and wrapped my lips around them while running
my tongue over his balls and up his little shaft. Then, allowing his
balls to slip out of my lips, I then began sucking on his cocklet while
rolling it back and forth between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He
brought his legs together over my shoulders, trapping my head between
them while
humping up into my mouth.
     Removing my mouth, with reluctance, I slid my hands down his body
and up under his knees, lifting and spreading them as I did. With my
tongue, I slowly traced a wet trail from the tip of his jerking boyhood,
down across the tight sack containing his marble sized balls. Pushing
back on his
legs, I soon had his knees up close to his shoulders, fully exposing his
pink,
pulsing love-hole.
     With the heady scent of young boy in my nose, I moved my tongue
down and around both of his satin smooth butt cheeks. I gradually worked

my way down into his cleft and then my tongue went across his little
hole
and he jumped and moaned with sheer delight. I never dreamed that I
would ever find myself making love to a young, gorgeous boy, let alone
be trying to penetrate his hot backside with my tongue.
     I dropped his legs back onto my shoulders and dove back down onto
his hard, little shaft, sucking and licking for all I was worth. He was
soon bucking and thrashing around on the bed as his dry, prepubescent
orgasm wracked his lithe body.
     I moved up and wrapped him in my arms as he lay panting and
shivering in the after-shock of his orgasmic experience.
     "Oh, my god, dad!" he sighed as he found his breath. "That was the
most wonderful feeling that I have ever had!"
     "I'm glad you liked it." I replied softly. "You know, don't you,
that I
did that because I love you?"
     "Oh, dad! I love you, too."
     Andy then sat up and, grabbing my dripping cock, he began to lean
down towards it. I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
     "Son. You don't have to do that."
     "Yeah, I know. But, I really do want to." He answered while
looking  deep into my eyes with those piercing, sky-blue eyes of his.
 With that he continued leaning down and, as he neared my hard,
dripping cock, he tentatively stuck his tongue out to lick the tip.
After a short lick, he wrapped his lips around the very tip and began
gently sucking as his tongue continued to play over and around it.
     My hands were wildly grasping huge wads of the sheet beneath me, as
I felt his wet, young lips and tongue caress my throbbing shaft up and
down. He was only taking about half the length of my cock into and out
of his
mouth, but it was more than enough to send me almost wild with passion.
    With something halfway between a scream and a moan, I tensed and
began shooting load after load of my hot love-juice up into the waiting
mouth of my young lover. Andy moaned as he tried, futilely, to keep up
with the flow of hot, fresh man-seed suddenly filing his sucking mouth.
     I had to gently grab his head and lift him off of my sensitive and
still throbbing pole. As he backed away a little, staring at my wet,
slick cock,
I saw him swallow the cum that was in his mouth and then he leaned back
down and began licking up the overflow that had ran down the sides and
down into my bush and on my balls.
     Smiling sweetly he stretched out next to me with his head on my
shoulder and, with my hand gently rubbing his bare back, he sighed and
slowly drifted off to sleep.
     I laid there for some time thinking back over the last few days and
how much they had changed my life so completely. And, also, trying to
imagine what new feelings and adventures were yet to come with my
new-found, ten year old bundle of joy now so much a perfect part of that
future.

                                    ---To Be Continued---
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     I wish to, again, express my gratitude to all who have written me
and encouraged me to continue with this western tale of young love
found.
     I also wish to apologize deeply, if any of you that I have
answered,
have been exposed to any viruses. I was informed by my ISP that there
was a possibility that I had a obtained a virus ( probably through the
mass of spam that I seem to get on a regular basis ). Rest assured that
I have downloaded the most recent detection files and my system is as
clean as any can possibly be. It takes a truly vile mind to create and,
willingly, send out these bugs to wreak havoc on innocent people they
don't even know.
                        Love you all
			Kolorado Kowboy <xnavair@msn.com>