Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:46:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinsmooth <thinsmooth@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ranch Boys - 6"

From Ranch Boys 5:

"I own you now, boy.  My hot sperm seeded your ass.  You're like a branded
calf."  I felt compelled to submit even more completely.  I reached for my
dick and began masturbating in front of the Indian boys.  They leered at me
from above, but neither intervened, nor assisted me.  With Henry's cock
still planted in my ass, I beat off to their catcalls and whistles.  My
first cum shot almost hit Nicky, it was so powerful.  He reacted by bending
down to my face, and initiating a long, deep kiss, while I my desperate
balls emptied the rest of their load on my chest and belly.  I struggled
under him, pretending to resist for just a moment before giving in.

A sudden crack of thunder filled the woods.  Henry lifted his head and
faced the direction of the noise.  "That's dad's rifle, he's calling us to
the house, c'mon boys!"

We dressed and made our way back to the small house, where we found the
truck running in the yard.  An hour later, they dropped me off on the curb
in front of my house, and drove off.



Part 6: Ranch Boys - William

Final exams were the following week, and then school ended.  Henry had
passed Social Studies, but he wasn't coming to my house for tutoring
anymore.  School had been over for at least a week, and I hadn't seen Henry
or Nicholas.  In the meantime, my teenaged desires were set in stone by
now, and my ass and throat were hungry for more Native meat.

Finally my mom came to my door, to tell me Henry was on the phone.  I
bolted downstairs at the speed of light, but kept the exertion out of my
voice when I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Nicky's been begging me to call you, Danny, but we just haven't had the
chance until now.  Dad's dropping us off at Grandma's tomorrow, and we'll
be staying there a few days, helping her out.  He'll pick you up if you
want to come with us."

I accepted.  "It'll be like camping out", Henry explained.  "Some of our
relatives will be there too, mostly cousins. You don't need to bring
anything except your toothbrush."

I was ready with my toothbrush the next morning, when their truck arrived.
Mr. C was silent, except for a welcoming grunt.  I sat in the back with
Nicky, both of us zoning out due to the early hour.  Meanwhile, Henry and
his dad rapped along in their own language.

We climbed out of the truck at Grandma's woodpile, and waved goodbye to
Mr. C and the vehicle.  Henry told his brother to grab the ax and get to
work, which Nicholas did with gusto.  The sun had come up on our way from
town.  I was impressed with the boys' work ethic, and vowed to equal it
during this visit.

So far, I hadn't seen anyone else, including Grandma.  Henry solved that by
taking me into the house, more like a cabin.  Grandma didn't speak English,
so mostly I smiled and bowed my head, until he lead me outside again.

We rejoined Nicholas, who by now had removed his long-sleeved shirt,
leaving just his white undershirt.  He was splitting sections of wood that
had been piled near a shed.  As we came outside into the yard, Nicky pulled
his undershirt up over his head, revealing his smooth, copper-brown ribs
and chest to his brother and me.

I was still reticent because of our proximity to the house, but Henry
whistled shamelessly at his younger brother.  "Nice, Nicky!  Danny, you're
next with the ax."  I nodded consent, but I never took my eyes off of
Nicky's nude torso.  Laughing, Henry grabbed the back of my neck, and
pushed me forward.  Nicky smiled at us, and handed me the ax.  I stripped
off my shirt and undershirt, and began swinging the ax with all my
strength. The vision of Nicky's toned body was still fresh.

Henry waited until I was showing signs of tiring, then told me to step
aside.  He had already stripped to his belt.  He'd just started to work on
the next log when we heard an approaching vehicle. A big 4WD pickup pulled
into the yard, and out jumped a boy who appeared to be about Nicky's age.
Henry dropped the ax, and went to greet his cousin, who was already talking
and laughing with Nick.  I followed him at a respectful distance, awaiting
my turn to meet the new arrival.

After another minute of jovial backslapping, Henry turned to me and took
charge as usual.  "Danny, this is our cousin-brother William.  He's 16, a
year older than Nicky, and a year younger than you and me.  I held my
surprise, so as not to embarrass William.  But I was thinking to myself
that because Nicky and he were the same height, he looked younger.  There
was a notable family resemblance.  He was built like his cousins, wore a
cowboy hat and rodeo buckle, and stretched his jeans like his cousins.

Meanwhile, the truck had backed out of the dirt driveway, turned, and
driven away.  I hadn't seen who was in the cab with William.  Henry and
Nicky had gone back to the wood pile.  Then suddenly he was addressing me
by name.  "Sup Danny?  So, you helped Henry pass Social Studies?"

"Well, we studied together, but I needed help too", I lied.  William's face
was rounder than his cousins', so his smile seemed even wider, and he gave
me every inch of it.  "Thanks man, Henry's my bro, Nicholas too."

When Henry dropped the ax, I picked it up.  William looked at it, then at
me.  "Guess I'd better get back to the woodpile", I said, and I turned away
from his bright eyes.  But I could feel his stare as I walked back to the
shed.  I started splitting wood with a vengeance. My peripheral vision
allowed me to see William watching me chop wood.  I pretended not to look,
and kept focused on the woodpile.  After another log or two, when I'd
become engrossed in the task, I heard him calling my name.  "Danny! Danny!
I'll take over now!"  Once I realized he was talking to me, I stopped to
listen, then handed him the ax.  Before he started swinging it, he set the
ax at his feet, and removed his shirt.

William looked to be Nicky's age, until he took his shirt off. Once he
started swinging the ax, I could see black hair in his armpits.  Nick was
still smooth there, so it made sense that he was the youngest.  William's
pits even had more hair than Henry's, but Henry was clearly stronger and
tougher than the rest of us.  We'd all removed our shirts by this time, and
it was obvious Henry was built the best of all.  I guess I was second best,
but that was only because Nick and William were a lot younger. If they'd
been my age, they would have given me some competition.

For the next hour, we took turns swinging the ax, changing off every 10 or
15 minutes.  I made sure I went at it longer without a break than William
or Nick, but Henry put us all to shame.

Nick and Henry and I were used to seeing each other, but William wasn't
used to seeing a half naked white boy working with his cousins.  His eyes
followed me all the time, except when he was swinging the ax himself.  That
was the only chance I had to turn the tables to check him out, and I did.
William was a bronze Mercury, with abdominal cuts, toned biceps, and a
shapely bump for an ass.  The sweat from working the woodpile dripped down
his copper ribs, over his hips, and across his lower belly.  His worn
Wranglers were dark blue where it soaked into his pants.  I couldn't see a
white line above his belt, and wondered if he was wearing any underwear.

Before it was even mid-morning, we began to smell good things coming from
their Grandma's house.  William went in on a scouting mission, and to give
her the greeting that had been neglected on his immediate arrival.  He
returned from the house to describe a mountain of skinned potatoes, empty
egg shells, and smoking skillets.  My mouth began to water.  By this time,
we'd finished work at the wood pile, and were pruning trees and clearing
underbrush.  Soon afterwards, Grandma began bringing platters of food to
the picnic table next to the house.  Still shirtless, we descended like
locusts on the feast.  Nicky and Henry sat on one side.  William sat next
to me, opposite his cousins.  As we ate, I thought I detected something
going on between the others.  They were speaking English for my benefit,
but the hair on the back of my neck said they were up to something.  For
one thing, Henry was smiling too much.  Nicky too. They were looking
directly at me, but the feast distracted me, and I didn't deliberate on
their intentions any further.

Just when I felt too stuffed to move, Henry commanded the three of us to
unass it from the benches, and follow him.  We jumped.

"Boys, we're going to walk the fence, looking for breaks.  You don't have
to fix them, just count 'em.", Henry directed us.  "Nicky you're coming
with me, this way.  Danny, you take William the other way.  We'll meet on
the other side of the mountain.  Don't goof around, either, this is
serious.  If you see a place that needs mending, report it when you get
back.  That means you need to count the number of fence poles you pass, and
come back with which fence pole has a break."

Nick and William both said "OK Henry.", at the same time.  My voice echoed
theirs.  Henry didn't normally cuss, but he underscored the importance of
the task by saying "Don't fuck up, boys, or Dad will come lookin' for ya."


Each pair started off in opposite directions.  Now it was just me and
William, following the fence line at a leisurely pace, heading away from
the brothers.  After we'd gone a while, and couldn't hear the other boys
moving through the bush or talking, William signaled me to stop.

"Danny, can I ask you something?"  I was wary, but willing.  "Sure, go
ahead."  William hesitated, and then continued.  "You won't say anything to
Henry will you?"  I was definitely interested in this.  I loved Henry, but
I also realized he could be a bully.  I was beginning to think I wasn't the
only one he bullied.

He still hadn't asked me, so I spoke next.  "What is it William?  You can
trust me."

"Well, Nicky told me we should hurry up to the dead tree, and hide in the
bushes.  Nicky said he and Henry will stop there, on the path.  He wants us
to watch."

This sounded promising, but I didn't want to piss off Henry, either.
Still, what harm could come from just watching?

"OK then, let's go."  We raced along the fence, until we were within sight
of a dead oak tree.  We could hear the other boys approaching.

I heard Nicholas tell his brother, "This is it Henry, this is where I told
them to meet us.  William pulled me back a few feet, and we continued
watching from the shadows.  "I'm too hot Henry; I need to take off my
shirt."  William and I watched while Nicholas removed his cowboy shirt,
then his white t-shirt.  His hat stayed on, shading his bony shoulders.

As we watched from the bushes, Nick suddenly grasped Henry's denim-clad
crotch, and fell to his knees.  "Hey Nicky, can't you wait until tonight,
William and Danny will be here any minute."  "I need it now; it's too much
time to wait until we go to bed.  Please let me have it, brother."  He
removed his hat as he begged.

"OK, you win, go for it."  And Nicholas did, opening his older brother's
silver buckle, then his pants.  Henry stood with his eyes closed as
Nicholas swallowed him.  "Yeah, don't stop!"  He used both hands to hold
Nicky's face in his pubes.  He said something in their language, and his
tone of voice made me think he was saying "suck me".  That was when I felt
William, standing behind me, slipping his fingers into my own pants.

Since I'd left my shirt back at the woodpile, his hand had a direct shot
down my belly.  He only hesitated a second at the elastic waistband of my
jockeys, before sliding under it.  William bypassed my erection, and
started to cup and fondle my balls.  I would have turned, but he'd wrapped
his other arm around my chest, and tightened his grip to keep me in place.
I could probably have broken his hold, but by now my shock was subsiding,
and I wanted more.

In the meantime, Nicholas was still on his knees, with his face buried in
his brother's pubes.  His pants were around his own knees, while he stroked
his tall, skinny, hooded copper erection with a free hand.  His other hand
was wrapped around Henry's granite ass.

"Shah, Danny", William whispered into my ear from behind.  So far, I hadn't
made a sound, but I'd come close.  I felt William's lips on my neck and
shoulders, as he gradually released the iron grip around my chest.  "I've
never had a white boy, please let me."  As he said this, his arm slipped
from my chest, and dropped behind me.  I felt his free hand slipping down
the backside of my jeans, and then his grip on my ass.  His hand was
strong, and dug into the firm flesh, until I almost cried out.  Then he
switched to the other side, and continued alternating.  As he massaged my
ass with one hand, he began unfastening my pants with the other.

Henry let go of Nicholas' ears, pulled him up from his knees, spun him
around, and then pushed him down on all fours.  Taking a position behind
his brother, Henry began spitting onto the palm of his hand, and rubbing it
into his brother's ass crack.  After several more generous applications, he
lined his heavy brown cock up with Nicky's boy-pussy, and thrust forward.
We could hear the younger brother inhale rapidly from across the sunlit
glade, as his tight ring was penetrated.

As this scene unfolded before us, William grasped both sides of my jeans
and pulled them down to my ankles.  Once again I would have turned around
to face him, except that he was pushing my upper body to the ground, until
I was on my hands and knees, like his younger cousin.  I could hear William
quietly spit, then felt him rub it into my upturned hole.  When he probed
inside with his fingers, I didn't flinch.  Once again I felt one arm grasp
around my chest, but this time it was accompanied by something pushing
against my hole.  I bent lower, and pushed back, and felt the large
cockhead slip inside.  William wasn't as large as my ass remembered Henry,
but he was stretching me nonetheless.

Even as William entered me, I was still watching Henry and Nicholas.  I
could see the base of Henry's thick pole, surrounded by straight black
pubic hair, as he entered and withdrew from his brother's anal globes.
Nicky cast a skinny bronze profile, except for the round spheres now
receiving Henry's slimy probe.

My attention was suddenly turned to William, who had just pushed further
into my own steaming hole.  It was some relief to let the head of his cock
slip past, but now the rest of his dick wanted in.  I hadn't seen it, but I
was afraid to guess at its size.

As Henry's rhythm accelerated, so did William's.  I had to cover my own
mouth, so I wouldn't involuntarily cry out.  I looked at Henry, and
visualized what William was doing to me from behind.  Wide shoulders.
Chiseled hips and buns powering his thrusts. Determined to empty his balls
into his willing partner.  It seemed like William matched his older cousin
stroke for stroke, so that while I watched Henry fuck Nicky, I was also
watching William fuck me.

Finally, Henry sucked his tight belly into a concave dish, and blew a load
into his brother's raised ass.  A few seconds later, William wrapped both
arms around my chest and bottomed out in my ass, spewing sperm deep inside
me.

A minute or so later, I could see Henry and Nicholas wordlessly getting
dressed, and we began to do the same.