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			 Cowboys and Indians
								
					by Chad Riever


	Chapter 1

	Growing up on the farm could be lonely sometimes.  I had no
brothers or sisters, and we lived six miles from town.  And ever since my
12th birthday, I'd noticed strange, new feelings I had never experienced
before.  I also felt I was growing apart from my folks and from some of my
friends.  Loneliness was becoming a common companion.  Then, during my 12th
summer, the loneliness ended.

	Our house was just a few yards from the road.  Over a hundred yards
behind it, was a wide canyon, heavily wooded and cradling the river at its
bottom.  Our trailer was at the foot of that canyon.  In May, Jeff had
rented the trailer.  He went to college in town, but wanted to live in the
country.  He also drove a new Jeep Comanche!  I always played in the canyon
after school if it was warm; after Jeff moved in, I would see him sometimes
when he returned from town.  He was always friendly, waving and saying
hello.

	The first time I saw him I just said "Hi" in response to his
greeting.  Then I turned and moved quickly into the woods.  Chris and Kelly
followed.  They were twins, who had just turned 12 and were about nine
months younger than me.  They lived two miles away and were my closest
friends at the time.

	I had turned and run because Jeff's appearance and greeting had
stirred a strange tingling feeling within me that I had never had before.
I didn't understand it then or know how to react--so I ran.  Thereafter,
whenever I saw Jeff, I felt real shy and had the same tingling feeling,
starting in my stomach and spreading throughout my body.  But every time he
saw me, he waved and said "hi."  Gradually, my shyness faded.  The tingly
feeling persisted, though, and grew stronger.  Jeff was so friendly, so
tall, so strong!

	When school let out, I started going to the canyon everyday,
waiting for Jeff to get home.  Chris and Kelly would come over sometimes to
play Cowboys and Indians, but I was finding playing with them less fun than
before.  I was eager instead to see Jeff, and my stomach would fill with
butterflies sometimes, as I thought about him and how tall and handsome he
was, his black hair shining in the sun.  Then the butterflies would swarm
when Jeff got home and I ran over to his Jeep.  We were becoming fast
friends, I hoped, and I felt like the luckiest boy in the world!

	"What do you play down here," Jeff asked me one day.

	"Oh, Cowboys and Indians, or Army...stuff like that."  I was pretty
sure he thought it was kid stuff.

	"I noticed you and your two friends seem to like to play in the
woods a lot.  Well, maybe we could play together sometime, if you like."
 He flashed a big smile, and my heart thumped.

	"Gee, that'd be great!" I said with a wide grin.  Jeff was
terrific!!  But then Mom called me to dinner.  "See ya, Jeff," I said as I
turned to go.

	"Yeah, see ya, Chad."

	Mom had let me grow my hair long, and it was almost to my
shoulders, although she sometimes made me sit still while she trimmed my
blonde bangs.  But I surprised her that evening by asking her to trim them.

	"Why, Chad, you've never asked before.  I guess you're beginning to
grow into a little man."

	"I guess so," I said nonchalantly.  I just hoped to play Cowboys
and Indians with Jeff tomorrow, and I wanted to look my best.  A warrior
should have neatly trimmed hair, shouldn't he?


	The next day was Saturday, so I went down to the canyon right after
breakfast, not waiting for Chris and Kelly, hoping desperately that Jeff
wouldn't have to go to town.

	His Jeep was there!  I hoisted my backpack again, walked up to the
door of his trailer and knocked.  The door opened, and Jeff gave me a big
grin.

	"Hi, Chad.  Come on in."  He held the door for me as I stepped into
his living room.  As I brushed past him, I was still feeling the nervous
tension that his voice had sent through my body and the hot blushes that
his warm smile had swept across my face.  "I was just having some milk and
a cinnamon roll, he said.  "Want some?"

	"Su-sure!" I stammered as I followed him to the kitchen.  He poured
a second glass of milk, put a roll on a plate, and handed them to me.  I
had to concentrate all my senses to avoid spilling anything.  Being so near
Jeff and alone with him was bringing my blood to a fever pitch.  He picked
up his own glass and plate and motioned me back to the living room.

	"Have a seat," he said as he sank into his easy chair.  I sat on
the couch and set my stuff on the coffee table.  I slipped my backpack off
and placed it to one side of the table.  We ate hungrily.  I watched Jeff
eat, smiling at him when he looked at me.  The strange feelings that I had
been experiencing lately were growing more intense than ever before.  The
butterflies were a hot ache that gripped my whole body.

	Once finished, Jeff grabbed the dishes, took them to the kitchen
sink, and returned immediately.  "What ya keep in your backpack," Jeff
asked.

	"Oh, I thought I would play Cowboys and Indians today, so I brought
my Indian stuff."

	"Do you usually play an Indian?"

	"Ya, well, sometimes."

	"What Indian stuff do you have?"

	"Well, I got my tomahawk," I said as I pulled out the red rubber
tomahawk I got for Christmas, "and I also got my headdress, and here's my
moccasins, and my loincloth."  Jeff took the stuff as I pulled them out and
admired them all.

	"Did you make this loincloth yourself," he asked.

	"Yeah, I took one of Dad's new chamois cloths and a rawhide thong I
found in the barn.  It was real easy," I said.  I didn't mention that the
soft feel of the chamois against my skin made my stomach tingle and made me
feel warm all over, sometimes making my prick hard.  And now, the thought
of wearing only the loincloth in Jeff's presence was the most important
thing in the world!

	"You did a great job," he said.  It was only two pieces of chamois
with a thong strung through so it would cover my front and back.  I got the
idea from seeing the Tarzan movies, but it also sorta looked like what
Indians wear.

	"Would you like to play with me today?"  I blurted out, a small
lump in my throat.  The lump vanished when he quickly agreed.  "Super!"  I
said.  "I know a great place in the woods!"

	"Let me get my boots," he said as he handed the loincloth back and
got up.  I slipped my shoes and socks off while he disappeared in the back
of the trailer.  I quickly stripped my shirt and jeans off, slipped my
moccasins on, and grabbed the loincloth.  I hesitated, then dropped it,
pulled my underwear off, and slipped the loincloth on.  The feathered
headdress topped off my costume.  I piled my clothes neatly under the
coffee table, hefted my tomahawk, and stood anxiously, waiting for Jeff to
return.  The soft chamois felt softer than usual against my skin, and I was
trembling with anticipation as I waited for Jeff to return.

	Jeff came back wearing his boots, tight jeans, and a western shirt.
He was carrying a cotton rope.  "My lasso," he explained.  "Are you ready?"

	"Sure!"  Jeff looked so handsome!  I was beginning to feel flushed,
and I felt my prick stiffen.  I glanced down quickly, as if to look at my
backpack.  My hard on pushed out the chamois, but not much.  Maybe he
wouldn't notice.

	Jeff opened the door and held it for me.  I walked through and down
the three steps quickly.  I broke into a slow run, heading toward the
woods.  "Follow me!" I called back.


  Chapter 2

	I watched Chad running across the clearing toward the woods.  He
was stunning in his homemade Indian outfit.  And I had been unable to tear
my eyes away from his crotch when I returned to the living room.  At first
I thought it was my imagination, but as he went through the door, I could
see that the front of his loin cloth was definitely tented out -- he had a
hard on!


	A couple weeks before, when I first saw Chad, my cock went hard
instantly.  His long, blonde hair and those sensuous lips framed the most
perfect nose--he was beautiful beyond compare!  His body was slender but
firm, showing that he played hard and was very active.  The way he said
"Hi" when I waved sent a rush through my body, and my cock throbbed.  He
disappeared into the woods, his two dark-haired companions following him,
and I moved quickly into the trailer.

	I moved over to the window, peeking out to see if he might
reemerge.  I unfastened my jeans, and opened them to relieve the pressure.
He was nowhere to be seen, but his visage lingered in my mind.  As I
massaged my cock, I fantasized about the blonde lad, first without a shirt,
then without jeans, and then without shorts--walking around the clearing in
all his naked glory.  My lungs worked harder as I pumped, and soon the
orgasm broke.  I shot streams of jism against the wall below the window,
bringing temporary relief from an encounter with a blond wood sprite!


	His ass cheeks peeked provocatively from beneath the chamois as he
sprinted away from me.  My cock was swelling.  I quickly adjusted it
through my jeans, and started running after Chad.  I wanted to catch up
before he disappeared among the trees.

	"Wait up," I called.  Chad paused at the edge of the woods, turning
and smiling provocatively at me.

	"Come on," he urged me.  "I know a great place," he said after I
joined him.  "Follow me."

	I followed him at a walk into the woods, unable to take my eyes off
his nearly naked body.  The dappling shadows that moved across his smooth
skin transformed Chad into a wild young savage, gliding silently through
some primeval forest.

	We went about 20 yards into the dense woods until we came to a
small clearing.  It was completely surrounded by dense underbrush and
trees, with a large oak tree standing in the clearing apart from the
others.  "I cleared this myself," Chad said with pride.

	"You did a great job," I said.  "This is a terrific spot!"

	"Can you really lasso something with that rope," he asked.

	"Sure I can."

	"Betcha can't lasso me," he dared, brandishing his tomahawk and
grinning as if he knew something I didn't.  The peach fuzz on his cheeks
glowed in the soft light that filtered through the trees.

	I slung the loop out and twirled it in the air.  Chad backed away a
bit and moved to my left.  I threw if and he tried to dodge, but too late.
The loop fell over his head and I pulled it gently so I caught him around
his waist.

	"Yikes!  You got me!" he exclaimed in glee.  He dropped his
tomahawk and grabbed the rope with both hands while I pulled him to me.  He
giggled and struggled, pulling against me with all his might.  "You'll
never take me prisoner," he said.

	I pulled harder, tightening the noose around his naked waist.  Then
hand over hand, I pulled him closer.  He dug in his heels, skidding against
the grass and straining to free himself.  I let up my hold momentarily and
Chad lost his balance, falling backward.  I rushed him and grabbed his
hands, wrapping the loose end of the rope around his wrists, pinning his
body with my weight as I finished tying him.

	"You bastard," he yelped.  "Let me go!"

	"You are my prisoner, Chief Red Hawk," I said.  "The more you fight
it, the harder it will be on you.  I am going to hold you prisoner until
you sign the peace treaty."  I turned Chad around, and moved him toward to
the oak tree in the clearing.  His naked back was flawless, tanned boy
skin, covered by the lightest, finest blond boy fuzz I had ever seen.  To
touch that skin was such luxurious pleasure!  I could feel my hard cock
oozing precum.  I just hoped it wouldn't soak through the denim; I didn't
have shorts on underneath.

	"You better tie me up good," Chad warned.  "If I get away, I'll
bring my braves back and we'll scalp you!"  Yet in his defiance, he leaned
back against the oak, almost as if he welcomed the ties that would bind him
to me.

	I passed the free end of the rope around the tree several times and
slipped it through the loop that held Chad around his soft, smooth waist.
I cinched the rope tightly, rough cotton braids indenting his soft skin.
His belly button caught my eye, and I gazed at it several moments without
moving before I finished cinching the rope.

	"There," I said.  "You are my prisoner."  I placed my left hand
behind his neck, gently cradling his head away from the bark.  I brought my
face close to his.  "Are you going to sign the peace treaty?"

	"Never!" Chad said defiantly.  But his body was flushed, and his
voice was strangely quiet.  The rope dug into his hot flesh as he strained
against the bonds.

	"Then I guess I have to torture you," I said.  I placed my open
mouth against his right hand, which was trapped by the rope against his
leg.  My teeth dug gently into his wrist.

	"I can take the pain," he sneered, writhing against the ropes and
pressing his wrist harder against my mouth.

	My tongue swabbed the tasty boy's skin.  I moved my mouth slowly up
his inner forearm, sucking his tender flesh, burrowing my mouth into the
inside of his elbow.  There I continued my tonguing and sucking.  A tremor
swept through his body.

	"No, don't," he pleaded.  He writhed against the tree, twisting to
force his arm against my ravishing tongue.

	Encouraged, I moved up his arm to his shoulder and nibbled on it,
working my way over to his soft, slender throat.  I pulled my head back and
look him in the eyes.  Chad had a trace of a dreamy smile as his eyelids
drooped.  When he realized I was looking deep into his eyes, inches from
his mouth, he whispered, "No, don't kiss me!  Please, don't kiss me!"  His
lips were eager, quivering, with his moist red tongue poised behind his
gleaming white teeth.  I slipped an arm behind his shoulders and kissed
him.  Our tongues met and Chad arched his body against the rope, eager to
merge with mine!

	My left forearm rested behind his neck, and my right hand caressed
his hot young body.  As our tongues battled and our lips writhed, I
caressed his flat smooth chest, gently feathering first one nipple and then
the other.  They were erect, and when I moved my fingertips over them, Chad
moaned and his body shivered!

	Slowly I moved my hand lower, first exploring his navel, massaging
the soft flat stomach, and then moving lower yet, searching for his hip
bone.  It jutted out, a bony cradle for his soft stomach.  I encountered
the knot of his loincloth, then swept down his thigh, around to its smooth
inner flesh, and slowly upward, under the loincloth.

	Chad moaned more deeply as my fingers encountered the soft sack of
precious boy balls.  The flesh beneath his scrotum was hard!  I moved up
and took his erection between my fingers.  Gently kneading it, I redoubled
my tonguing of his hot, moist mouth!  Then I released his cock and felt for
the knot that held his loincloth in place.  "No, no!" he hissed as I
slipped the knot and pulled the loincloth away.

	I moved my mouth to the hollow of his throat, then quickly down to
tongue his left nipple.  My tongue was eager and demanding, and my teeth
softly nibbled at the erecting flesh.  "Uhhh," Chad groaned with each
teething of his engorging flesh.  I sucked the nipple hard, holding it
tight as I moved my head to pull the boy tit in circles.  Then I moved my
tongue to the center of his chest and across to the right nipple.  It stood
erect in anticipation of the same treatment from my hot mouth.  I spared no
effort to assure both nipples were equally aroused.

	Then I moved down to his navel, and invaded that soft fleshy cavern
with the tip of my tongue.  "Oh, yes!" Chad breathed.  "Yes, yes, yes!!"
 I cleansed his navel thoroughly, pushing in, then circling around it,
tonguing in wider circles, then narrowing circles, coming again to the
center of this frontal valley of soft, smooth flesh.

	I brought my hands down to cup his buttocks; he was thrusting his
stomach against the rope to get the most contact he could with my hot,
salivating mouth.  As he fell into a rhythmic thrusting, I surrendered his
boy navel and moved down to his cock.

	I took his ivory shaft into his mouth and began tonguing it.  His
three-inch salute stood hard and proud: a promise of greater things to
come.  My lips pressed hard against the base of his cock, feeling the
smooth flesh of his pubes.  They were free of hair, but with his cock and
balls grown this large, flecks of blond curls could not be long in coming!

	Chad was increasing the pace of his thrusts, while I helped him
along.  I pulled his ass toward me as I sucked and tongued his cock.  My
fingers gripped each fleshy boy cheek harder, kneading his butt, urging him
onward!  I pressed my face hard against his lower belly, as I took his cock
as far into my mouth as possible.  His stomach sucked inward, as if let my
head merge with his nether regions!

	My tongue ravished Chad's hard cock.  His cock head pulsated when I
swept the tip of my tongue around its base, where his foreskin should have
been.  Precum flowed from the tip, its sweetness stimulating my salivary
glands.  My hot mouth grew moister as my saliva mingled with his precum,
creating a slippery chamber for Chad's cock to shed its virginity!  The boy
quickened his thrusts as my tonguing grew more frantic.  Then I pulled my
head away, putting my tongue to his snug sack of balls, bathing them with
the mixture of boy-precum and man-saliva that had built up in my mouth.
Chad moaned, "Please, suck my cock again!"

	"Not yet," I said sternly.  "You haven't agreed to sign the
treaty!"  I put my mouth against the cleft where his right leg joined his
trunk.  I left a wet path as my mouth worked toward his hip bone, tonguing
his hot boy flesh and nibbling the crest of his hip.  I worked my tongue
over to his navel, invading it once again, then worked down to the pube
flesh just above his cock.  I would not take his cock into my mouth again,
instead sucking that pube flesh, tormenting this virgin boy who was now
transformed into a young sex fiend.

	"Please!  Suck my cock!!  I promise to sign the treaty!  I will
smoke your peace pipe!!!  Anything!!!!"  Chad was delirious with passion
that demanded release.  I took his cock into my mouth again and resumed my
oral ministrations.  Chad moaned and writhed, straining against the rope,
thrusting his hips against my face.  His precum flowed freely, his hard
cock pulsed and grew larger than it had ever been before.  Chad was swept
into a realm of erotic delight he had never known.

	Chad's thrusts quickened.  His body quivered as every muscle
strained for that ultimate release.  "Ohhh, nooooo!" he cried as his cock
hardened even more and sweet-salty boy cum gushed into my mouth.  He thrust
harder and faster against my head as his prick spurted again and again and
again!  Time stopped as Chad emptied his first orgasm into my eager mouth!
The waves of ecstasy that engulfed his body mounted higher and higher, then
began to ebb as his cock spurted its last.  Chad shuddered and collapsed
against the tree: his body spent, his spirit released.

	"Wow!" he exclaimed finally.  "I never dreamed anything like this
could happen!"

	I swallowed his sweet load, looked up at his beaming face, and
smiled.  "Yes, the first time is very special!"

	"I'm so glad it was you," Chad said.

	"So am I," I assured him.  I brought my mouth to his and we kissed
again.  I winced as the raging erection in my jeans protested the shift of
my position.

	"What's wrong," he asked as I pulled away.

	"I just have a problem.  I have to loosen my jeans."

	"Untie me so I can do it!  Please!!" he pleaded.

	"OK."

	With the rope loose, Chad quickly undid my belt, opened my jeans,
and eagerly pulled them down.  He stopped a moment, perhaps surprised by
finding no underwear, but the quick smile that flashed across his face
showed equal surprise and joy at seeing the raging erection now open for
his inspection.

	"Wow," he said.  "You're beautiful!"

	"You are the one who is beautiful," I assured him.

	Chad took my cock in both hands, slowly caressing it, feeling me
up, and touching the tip where precum was oozing.  "What's this stuff?" he
asked.

	"It's precum.  It's the stuff that helps lubricate.  I tasted
yours, and it was really sweet!"

	"Really?" he asked.

	"Yeah!"

	Chad smeared the precum around the head of my cock, then put his
finger to his tongue, tasting it.  "It tastes kinda salty.  Mmm, good!"  he
exclaimed.

	I could hardly believe what was happening.  Chad put his tongue out
and licked the head of my cock like an ice cream cone!  He continued
licking, around the head, along the slit, and finally up the front of the
shaft, along the piss tube.  He was a very oral boy!

	"Oh, that feels so good!!" I exclaimed as Chad took the head of my
cock completely into his mouth.  His virgin tongue quickly went to work,
trying to put into practice what he had learned from me only moments ago.
He was a quick study!!

	Chad held the shaft with one hand and let his other hand roam over
my stomach, down to my balls, which he caressed and fondled, eager to
explore every inch of my body. Then his hand moved on to my hip, much like
I had done to him, and around to my right ass cheek.  He pulled me toward
him, encouraging me to thrust deeper in his mouth.  Gingerly, I pushed in
several inches.  I felt the back of his hot throat against the head of my
cock.  Then I withdrew a few inches, where his tongue could play with my
piss hole.

	I put both my hands on Chad's head, and let my fingers wander at
will through his blond hair.  "That's goood!  Keep sucking!!  KEEP
SUCKING!!!" I urged him.  He bobbed his head up and down on my raging cock,
tonguing the head and the length of the shaft eagerly.  I felt orgasm begin
to build in my groin.  "Faster!  Faster!" I pleaded.

	Chad eagerly gave me his best, taking more of my cock into his
mouth with each thrust.  My cock was now going deep into his throat with
each thrust, then back almost completely out of his mouth.  Chad had begun
to learn to control his gag reflex.  With each deep thrust, his throat
reflexively sucked in my cock head, milking it like a baby at his mother's
teat!  Then on the back thrust, his lips and tongue applied a second, even
greater vacuum to urge forth my boiling seed!!

	This boy--a virgin only minutes before--was sending me into realms
of ecstasy I had never experienced before!  The best blow job I had ever
known was driving me to the brink of orgasm and holding me prisoner there,
unable to reach orgasm as he paused, withdrawing his tongue, counting as my
passion froze in time, desperate for the next deep thrust.  Then he would
resume, building me again to the very edge of passion gone wild!  Finally,
as his tongue hit my cock head with the upward stroke of his mouth, I went
over the top and my cum gushed into his mouth.

	Chad eagerly sucked my hot jism, swallowing it as I filled his
mouth.  As the last spasm of my body subsided, I opened my eyes again and
looked down at him.  His blond eye lashes were limp from beads of sweat
that had run down his forehead.  He licked the last remnants of cum from my
cock as I withdrew it from his mouth.

	"You are wonderful!" I said.  "You have made me feel so good!!"

	"You are wonderful, too!" Chad responded eagerly.  "I promised I
would smoke your peace pipe.  Now I'm ready to sign that Peace Treaty," he
said shyly, "as long as it means we can play Cowboys and Indians every
day."

	"Of course, we can!" I exclaimed as he stood up.  I took him into
my arms.  His kiss was especially sweet as the salty taste of my own cum
mingled with the sweet after taste of his fresh jism.  We clung to one
another, letting the warm afterglow suffuse our weary bodies as we sank
into the grass--to rest, perchance to sleep.


	I guess I must've nodded off after we finished that first, fabulous
suckfest.  I remember closing my eyes, then the next thing I know, Jeff is
whispering, "Hey, Chad.  Wake up."

	I opened my eyes and saw his face close to mine.  "Hi," I said.  I
put my arms around his neck and lifted my mouth to his.  We kissed.  Our
lips came alive--exploring, embracing, enticing the other's completely.
Jeff probed my mouth.  I opened my lips wider, eager to accept his hot, wet
mouth muscle!  Our tongues met, slipped around one another, and merged into
a hot, maddening tangle.  The feel of Jeff's strong body holding mine, the
taste of Jeff's spicy, slippery, savage tongue, all promised new adventures
ahead for us--and new life and love such as I had never known!


Chapter 3

	I slammed the econ book shut.  I couldn't get Chad out of my mind!
My studies this weekend were getting nowhere.  Chad had promised to return
tomorrow, and I found my cock going from semi-erect to fully erect then
back to semi-erect (never subsiding to its fully soft state).  My mind
raced through our session this morning, then raced back through every time
that I had seen him.  I even found myself thinking about his twin friends,
imagining them naked, tied up in the clearing with Chad.  Frustrated, I
glanced at the clock--almost 10 o'clock.  I rose from my desk and headed to
bed.  A good night's sleep was in order!  Tomorrow would bring more hot
times!!


	Loud knocking on the front door roused me from a wild dream of nude
boys, running through my Pleasure Dome, chasing other boys whose hands were
tied behind them.

	I rolled out of bed, grumbling, "I'm coming.  I'm coming!"  I
peeked out the bedroom window.  I was instantly awake!

	Chad was standing at the door, stunning in blue jeans, sneakers,
and a red flannel shirt.  I pulled on a bathrobe (I felt shy, somehow,
about the erection that was rising from my loins), and went into the living
room.  I opened the door.

	Chad's beaming smile reflected my own.  "Hi!" he said.

	"Come in!" I responded, taking him by the arm and urging him
inside.  "I'm glad you got here so early."

	"I could hardly sleep," Chad admitted shyly.  His eyes sparkled
beneath his flashing lashes.  I was drawn to those eyes; they gave him an
appealing, vulnerable, almost feminine look.  If eyes truly are the windows
of the soul, his soul had captivated mine!

	"Have you had breakfast?" I asked.

	"No."

	"Let me fix us something," I replied.  I was eager to take care of
Chad, to see he was well fed, healthy, happy!

	"Do you think we can play Cowboys and Indians again today?" he
asked.

	"Of course!" I said with just a bit too much eagerness in my broad
grin.

	"I hope you don't mind, but I invited Chris and Kelly over to play,
too," he said.  "I didn't tell them that we would be playing a whole
different kind of game, but I thought it might be fun with four of us," he
explained.  The look in his eyes--a mixture of eagerness to please and
uncertainty about what I might think--was probably the most appealing look
he had ever given me.  This blond sprite so enchanted me I could deny him
nothing he might ask.

	I concentrated on the eggs I was breaking into the skillet,
suppressing a jealous impulse that arose just from visualizing Chad
"playing" with anyone else.  "Of course I don't mind.  Do you think they
would enjoy the games we played yesterday?"  I tried to sound nonchalant,
but deep inside jealousy battled against my unbound lust.

	"I've never played that way with them.  But, I enjoyed it more than
anything else in the world.  And I'm sure they will, too!"

	"Well, we'll see.  Say, get the milk.  These are almost ready."


	While we ate breakfast, I couldn't take my eyes off Chad except
momentarily.  His blond beauty was magnetic!  He was at ease with me now,
and his natural good humor and charm shone through, without restraints or
hindrances!!  God, how I wanted to dive into his being and lose myself in
him forever.

	Chad finished his milk, washing down the last of his eggs and
toast.  "Let me clear the table," he asked eagerly as he moved to make it
so.

	"OK," I said, and rose to move out of his way.  We brushed against
one another and my cock started rising.

	On impulse, I went quickly into the living room, leaving Chad to
put the dishes in the sink.  I reached behind the couch and pulled Chad's
knap sack out--the one he had left yesterday with his Indian costume.  I
pulled the loin cloth out, rolling it around in my hand, and brought it to
my nose, breathing deeply the essence of Chad's loins.  I was going to go
mad!

	His hand on my shoulder brought me back to the here-and-now.
"Jeff, will you rub my back?" he asked quietly.  I looked into his eyes,
nodding and smiling.  I put my arm around his shoulders, and we went into
the bedroom.

	"Wow!" Chad exclaimed.  He hadn't seen the bedroom before.  I had
painted it flat black and furnished it with optional accoutrements that
tickled my fantasies.  The four-poster was outfitted with red satin ropes
hanging from each post.  The headboard was covered with black leather, and
a variety of leather straps, chains, and other paraphernalia were draped
over it.  I had collected these implements over the past few years but used
them only for decoration.

	"Go ahead," I said, "Lay down and I'll rub your back."  Chad
slipped his shirt off and then face-down in the center of the bed.  He
stretched slowly to the limits of his reach, then relaxed, with his face
buried in the down comforter.  I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my
hands over his back, marveling at the fair, velvet skin that lay at my
command.

	As I caressed his back, Chad sighed, then reached out to grasp one
of the satin ropes.  "This rope is the softest I have ever felt," he said.
"Tie me.  Please?"

	While Chad held onto the rope, I wrapped the loose end around his
wrist and secured it tightly.  Then I tied his other hand, and cinched the
ropes securely.  Chad tensed his shoulders, yet submitted, relaxing and
sinking into the bed.

	I ran my hands down his arms, then farther down his sides to the
belt of his jeans.  I slipped both hands under his stomach and unbuckled
his belt.  His warm, naked stomach pressed against my hands, and my hard
cock jumped.  I unfastened the jeans, then eased the jeans over Chad's
hips.  I was expecting to grasp the waist band of his shorts and pull them
off with the jeans.  The shorts were not there!

	As I slipped the jeans down, my hands found only his naked flesh,
unfettered with shorts.  My hands trembled slightly as they caressed his
skin and slowly slid his jeans down his smooth legs.

	He lay naked on the bed; I mused about the missing shorts.  Then I
set to tying the remaining ropes around his ankles.  Once all four ropes
were secured, I pulled each one tighter, stretching his naked limbs taut.
His legs were now spread wide, and his sack of balls lay fully exposed
below his puckered asshole.  I looked closely, running my fingers along his
inner thigh up to his jewel sack.  I caressed those jewels, rolling them in
my hand.  Chad was completely hairless around his balls.  Even the cleft of
his ass was entirely devoid of hair.  He truly was a smooth boy!  The only
hair he had was the long, blond tresses that hung from his head, caressing
his shoulders at the nape of his neck.

	I stood away from the bed and quickly stripped.  Then I returned to
the bound boy.  I cupped his bare ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them
hard, then released them only to slap them gently.  The sound of bare palms
against bare boy buns cracked loudly, breaking the quiet of the bedroom.

	"Uhh," he grunted.  Then he ground his pelvis into the bed and
awaited my next move.  I massaged those buns again, harder and longer than
before.  Then I slapped them harder, working up a red glow in those firm,
smooth melons.

	"Uuhhhh," he grunted a little louder.  He ground his loins into the
bed, picking up the rhythm of my rough ministrations.  I held one ass cheek
in each hand, thumbs dug into the cleft that holds his asshole.  Forcing
apart the cheeks, I exposed his asshole -- inviting in its pink, hairless
puckering.

	"It's time you lost your cherry!" I said.  Leaning forward, I
dropped a glob of fresh spit onto his asshole.  Then I ground one thumb
into that puckering, screwing it into his virgin anus.

	"Ahhh!" he winced.  "It hurts!"  Chad strained against the ropes
holding him outstretched on my bed.

	"Just relax," I said.  The more you fight it, the more it will
hurt!"  Chad relaxed; my thumb went deeper, rotating and rubbing him in
preparation for me.

	Withdrawing my thumb, I slapped his boy butt harder than before,
three times.  His buns were very warm and red.  I climbed onto the bed
between his legs, easing my hard cock into the crevice of his ass.
Adjusting the cock head against his puckered ass, I lunged forward,
impaling Chad on my iron prick.

	"Ahhhhh!" he cried.  "Take it out!"  I eased back, but did not
withdraw entirely.  Then I lunged forward again, forcing all six inches up
his ass.  "Ahhhh!" he cried again.  Chad moaned, then whimpered quietly a
couple of times, then was silent.  I continued my thrusts, building the
pace as my sexual drive kicked into high gear.  Chad's sphincter spasmed,
then began to expand and contract with each thrust and withdrawal I made.

	I was laying full length, covering his body.  I buried my face in
his blond hair, sucked the lobe of his right ear into my mouth, and tongued
it feverishly as I thrust harder and deeper between the mounds of boy
flesh!

	The bound boy, pinned by my sex-crazed body, began to buck my
wanton humping and thrusting.  He moved his ass against every forward
plunge I made.  Chad twisted his body, straining against his bonds.  With
my left hand I grasped his head and forced it further to the right so I
could take his tongue prisoner.  Desperately, I sucked his hot mouth member
into my own mouth, and held it with my teeth.

	With my other hand, I reached under his boy breast, searching for
his left nipple.  Finding it, hard and rigid, I grasped and twisted it.
"Yeeaaaa," Chad gasped.  I released his tongue and plunged my own into his
mouth, smothering any further outbursts.  He eagerly took all I gave him,
and ran his own tongue over mine with abandon.  As I rolled his nipple
between my fingers, I could feel it grow more rigid and flushed.  I
released it and seized the other nipple, savagely squeezing it, twisting
it, urging the hard, erect chest button into fuller erection.

	Chad was mine!  I brought both hands down his body to get greater
leverage, pulling him to me harder as I humped his glistening, smooth ass.
I ducked my head more, pressing my tongue deeper into his mouth,
frantically searching that hot, wet cavern for the unknown spark to trigger
my orgasm.  I grasped his hot nuts in my left hand.  I rolled them around,
massaging them gently, then harder.

	I took his steel shaft in my other hand, squeezing it hard, holding
it like a piston in the cylinder of my hand.  The precum seeped from his
boy prick, lubricating his piston.  My thrusts sent his prick through my
hand against the slippery spot on the sheets where the precum had soaked
through.  The hot friction set up by that motion began shooting
electro-erotic thrills through Chad's bound body.  In a sudden
consummation, Chad arched his back, thrust against my hand, and shot cum in
a series of accelerating humpings.  His tongue pushed past mine into my
mouth, and his anal sphincter clamped down on my cock as I pushed in and
pulled back.  In three violent thrusts, I began shooting my own love juice
into his bowels.

	We convulsed madly as eternity was compressed into seconds.  Then
the madness of our orgasms passed and we fell to earth.  I released his
mouth slowly.  We gasped and breathed hard to replenish our lungs.  I
released his balls, then his softening cock, withdrawing my hands from
beneath him.  Slowly, I withdrew my own cock from his ass.  Getting to my
knees, I bent over and kissed the back of his neck, slowly, passionately,
taking the flesh between my teeth.

	A shudder passed through Chad's body.  "Take me again!" he pleaded.
"Fuck me again!"

	"Not right now," I said.  I got up and began removing his bonds.
"There is lots of time for me to take you again.  Right now, we both need a
shower."

	"OK, Jeff.  Whatever you say."  As he rolled over, unbound, Chad
looked more beautiful than ever before.  His body glowed, glistening with a
sheen of sweat.  He slowly sat up and reached for me.  I took him in my
arms and we hugged as if we had not seen one another in months.

	"I love you, Chad."

	"I love you, too, Jeff."