Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:29:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinsmooth <thinsmooth@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ranch Boys 1

My dad was a mining engineer.  We moved around, but these events
took place in the Four Corners area of the Southwest US, on an
Indian reservation.

At the high school I attended, 90% of the students were Native
American.  The only non-Indian kids were offspring of mining
company and government employees.  I was among the "blondies"
(anglo).  There were also hispanic, asian, and black families
represented.  Everyone got along well most of the time.  That
doesn't mean everything was always friendly.  Local kids would
sometimes display resentment toward outsiders, or vice versa, but
fights were few.

In addition to the usual school sports, many of the Indian boys
lived on ranches, and participated in junior rodeos.  A few kids
from the mining families became rodeo fans.  I was a regular, and
always cheered for my Indian classmates.

One of the boys who competed in junior rodeo was also in my 11th
grade social studies class.  His younger brother, a 9th grader,
also competed.  The two brothers were top contenders in the Team
Roping event, which requires two horsemen to bring down a steer
with a rope, and hold him until the buzzer.

The older brother, Henry, sat next to me in Social Studies.  I'd
seen him and his brother, Nicky, win silver belt buckles that
summer.  I also knew they had seen me in the bleachers, cheering
for them.  Henry usually said "hi" when our paths crossed, unless
he was with his Indian buddies.

One day, at the end of class, Henry asked me for help studying for
the next test.  This was highly unusual.  In spite of my
extroverted, friendly personality, my Indian classmates rarely
ventured beyond a nod or a muffled acknowledgment. I eagerly
offered any assistance I could give.  Since I was an "A" student,
I was a logical choice, but not the only choice Henry could have
made.  I assumed I'd attracted his attention because I sat next to
him.

He seemed to struggle for an answer when I asked him where he
wanted to study, so I offered my house.  Henry quickly accepted.
Since he needed time to arrange for his younger brother to cover
his chores at home, we set a time for the next day, after school.

Our first study session was mostly on-task, but we also chatted
about typical teenage interests, like video games and sports.
Henry wore tight jeans that fit like skin over his slim, chisled,
ass and thighs.   His white t-shirt stretched over his wide chest
and shoulders.  The contrast between the white shirt and his black
hair and bronze skin was hypnotizing.  My eye kept coming back to
Henry's softball-sized biceps and veined fore-arms.  I tried to
take advantage of every opportunity to check Henry out when I
didn't think he'd notice.  He stayed almost two hours.

After he left, I locked myself in my bedroom and stripped off my
khakis and polo shirt, down to my white jockeys.  In the full-
length mirror on the closet door, I admired some noticeable chest
and abs definition on my lean body.  I was mostly hairless, except
for pubes and pits.  I slipped my hands into my jockeys, and
wondered what Henry would look like in his shorts.  I brought
myself to a shuddering climax, imagining I was gripping his
swollen biceps.

This episode was repeated twice a week for 3 weeks, until the
dreaded mid-term.  During our last study session, the night before
the test, all I did was quizz him until I could see he was ready.
I told him not to worry about anything except getting a good
night's sleep.

Henry was thrilled with his passing grade.  As soon as the graded
test was handed back to him, he turned his head and flashed me a
jubilant smile, followed by a high-five.  As we left the classroom
at the end of the period, Henry thanked me again, with an arm over
my shoulder.  It didn't last long, but his crushing almost-embrace
caused our upper bodies to brush together, and he squeezed my
shoulder into his armpit.  The tactile memory of our first body
contact fueled my volcanic orgasm that night in bed.

The next day, Henry asked me to continue studying with him for the
final exam.  That was still several weeks away, but I knew it
wouldn't hurt me to start preparing, either.  By now I also
realized I had a crush on the young cowboy, and I continued to
sneak looks at him whenever I could.  At school, I was very
careful to avoid being caught while checking him out.  During his
study visits, though, we were in very close proximity for extended
periods.  A few times I got careless, and didn't realize I was
staring at him until he looked up and made eye contact with me.
The times that happened, he just smiled, then resumed his reading
or asked his question.

Unexpectedly, a week or two after the mid-term, Henry invited me
to his family's small ranch, to ride horses.  In truth, his
invitation wasn't completely out of the blue.  I'd recently
complimented him on his rodeo successes, which led to a discussion
of horsemanship.

Henry and his dad picked me up at home the next Saturday.  His dad
looked like a stronger, tougher version of the son.  He said
hello, but not much else.  Their place was only a few minutes
outside of town.  Henry's dad dropped us off at the horse stable,
adjacent to the corral.  After telling us when he'd be back in
about 3 hours, he climbed into the pickup and left on other
business.

I let my horse follow Henry's, and neither of us talked much
during the first part of our ride.  After a while I wanted an
excuse to ride closer, so I trotted up alongside him with a
question about roping.  He told me how he and his brother learned
roping and riding from their father and uncles.   Henry told me
that he and his brother practised by roping each other, until they
were big enough to rope sheep.  I envied his brother, Nicky.  It
made me hard, thinking of being caught in Henry's lasso.
Impulsively, I asked him if he would show me.  He looked
surprised, but smiled happily, as if we'd just agreed to go to
Disneyland.  Since he hadn't brought rope with him, he suggested
we turn around and head back to the corral.

There wasn't a house at this ranch, just corrals, water tanks, and
some 3-walled stables,  When we were back in the corral I
dismounted, and led my horse into a stall, as Henry directed.  By
the time I pulled the saddle off my mare and emerged into the
corral, Henry was still on horseback.  But now he was holding a
coil of rope, lazily spinning a wide loop over his head.  He was
smiling, but when he told me to run to the gate, his dark eyes
looked serious under the cowboy hat.

I took off at full stride, and almost made it, but Henry was
faster.  His rope dropped over my shoulders from behind,
tightening around my upper arms so quickly that my running feet
flew out from under me.  I landed on the ground so hard my breath
was knocked away, and I lay flat on my back.  Before I could catch
my breath, Henry was on the ground beside me,  When he loosened
the rope and lifted it over my head, I assumed it was to help me,
but I was wrong.  Instead of asking if I was OK, Henry quickly
used the rope to bind my feet together.  He pulled the rope tight,
lifting my feet over my head.  He grabbed my wrists and did the
same thing, hog-tying me like one of the livestock.

I struggled for a few seconds, while Henry stood over me and
laughed at my pleas for release. He was kind of being a bully, but
I figured it was harmless fun.  Besides, it must have been
hilarious to see me land on my ass, then watch him tie me up like
he did.  I alternately begged and laughed, while he strutted
around his ridiculously positioned prisoner.  At one point his
booted feet straddled me, glittering spurs clinking.  I looked up,
my eyes immediately drawn to his shiny rodeo buckle, then his
denim-encased crotch and thighs.  I slolwly raised my eyes past
his buckle, where his t-shirt stretched tightly across his flat
stomach, My gaze continued up, past his broad chest, until I was
looking into his sweating face.  He was flushed with exertion and
excitement.

Henry was taut, breathing heavily, poised aggressively.  I
couldn't hold his dark stare, so I dropped my eyes to his belt.
Somehow that seemed safer than staring into his fierce expression.
The sound of Henry's voice made me look up again. "What will you
give me if I let you go?"  I considered protesting at the idea of
having to pay for my freedom, but decided to humor Henry.  "I'll
do anything you want, Henry.  Just please untie me!"  A second
later, the rope fell away from my hands and feet.  "You said
'anything', right?"

Just then, his dad's pickup honked as it crossed the cattle grate.
We wouldn't have a chance to talk privately until the next study
session.

The next time he came over to my house to study, things went
normally.  I checked him out when he wasn't looking, and he didn't
seem to care anyway.  When he was ready to go home, he surprised
me with another invitation.  "Oh yeah, my brother and I have to do
the branding this weekend, you want to help us?"