Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 03:04:28 +0000
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hunting with Nick part 4

I was quiet on the ride.  I would answer the questions my dad asked with
short answers, mostly "yea's" and "no's."  I was staring out the window and
thinking of how the next couple of weeks would go.  I kept thinking that I
should beg my dad to turn around and take me home and forget about building
on to the deer camp cabin.  Then I would start thinking of Nick, I didn't
like the idea of abandoning him, then there was a real desire to see him.

I was heading for the ranch that I would join Nick, our fathers and a bunch
of old guys every fall for deer camp.  There was an old tin building,
drafty, cold, and primitive, that acted as the hunting cabin.  Nick and I
had been outposted to pickup campers and RV's rather than lodging in the
cabin.  The purpose of this trip was to add a bedroom on to the cabin so we
could join the old guys.  At least that was the apparent purpose of the
trip.  After the events of last deer camp, I knew there was much more to it
than building a little hut.

We would be working for the old guy who caught Nick and me naked, grinding
and humping, and covered in cum.  The surprise and embarrassment of that
moment were still stinging.  The old guy enjoyed catching us, there was no
doubt about that, and did try to make us feel much more comfortable
afterwards.  Nick and I were the center his attention the rest of that deer
camp.  There was always some kidding about catching us, some comments were
made that almost gave it away to the other old guys.  I wondered if they
knew about it anyway.  The hunters had always joked and talked about
jacking, fucking, sucking, and such.  I know I learned about some things
about sex while learning to play poker under a single bare light bulb.
Lately, most of the sex talk revolved around Nick and me, with all the
possible things that we could do, should be doing, or shouldn't be doing.

Somehow, the old guy, the boss of all the others, convinced our dads that
it was our idea to come out and help build on to the cabin.  Just barely a
week past the end of school, I was heading to do just that.  But my stomach
was turning over with the thoughts of what would happen with the old guy.
I felt like I was being blackmailed, if Nick and I didn't go the ranch, I
was sure that he would tell my dad about being caught.  My desire for Nick
drew me to the ranch as well, and to be honest, the thoughts of doing
things for or with the old guy was a little exciting.  Plus my parents
added further enticement about the ability to practice driving on my own.
I was just months away from my16th birthday and my driver's license.

At 15, I was hard and lean.  I could eat half the stock of McDonald's and
not put on a pinch of fat.  My belly was flat.  Abs, chest, and arm muscles
were sculpted.  I had started my summer tan already, I was getting dark
everywhere but under my shorts where 8 inches of boner appeared every few
hours.  No matter what I thought about those days, I would end up with a
boner pressing against my Levi's to get out.  My 8 inches poked out
straight in front of me, just a little curve to the left, I figured it was
from the motion of my jacking that caused that curve.  Brown pubes
surrounded my dick, and a happy trail erupted all the way to my belly
button.  Lately, I had absent-mindedly rub my fingertips over my happy
trail.  It was available a lot then, I seldom wore a shirt unless I had to.

I was fingering that hair as we pulled on to the little Farm to Market road
that would take us right up to the old ranch house.  I let out a sigh and
my father looked at me, smiled, and asked what I was thinking.  There were
so many things going on in my head, and at 15 I gave the appropriate
answer, "Nothing."  My dad starting in on the warnings and words of
support, how to act, to have fun, to be respectful, to work hard, all those
parenting things.  There was an old pickup heading our way, we could see it
for a long way before we got close to it, the heat of the old black top
road sent waves of heat up and caused the truck to shimmer.  My dad slowed
down and met the pickup.  His boss was on his way to pick up Nick at the
bus station.
  My dad offered to go get him, and I thought that was a great idea.  It
would allow me to see Nick earlier, and it would also offer a chance to
change the plans, grab Nick and disappear back home.

The old guys told us he needed to get some things in town and that we
should just go up to the ranch house, move in, get something to drink and
he would be right back.  He said the place was open.  Either way, I just
wanted to get going, instead my dad talked to his boss about work and then
about the plans for the little tin cabin and how much he had for "the boys"
to do.  He did say that the stock tanks were full and that swimming was
good.

The front door of the ranch house was locked, the windows were open but dad
wouldn't allow me to take the screen off and crawl inside.  I got a typical
teenage attitude and I'm sure I wasn't all that nice to be around, so it
didn't take much convincing to have my dad just to leave me alone and wait
for the Boss and Nick to come back.  I was tired of talking, I was thinking
too much to have someone there.  A big ol' fatherly hug, a swat on the
butt, and my dad left me alone to start the adventures of the summer.

I roamed around the grounds surrounding the house, cactus, mesquite, oaks,
and other plants were carefully placed around.  There were patches of grass
but mostly old dry dusty ground with rocks marking the walkways and paths.
It was quiet, so much so that it was noticeable.  The wind was about the
nosiest thing there.  I caught myself holding my breath so I could hear any
sound there was.  My footsteps seemed to echo as I explored the backside of
the house.  The scenery was not much different in any direction.  Low
rolling hills, scrubby plants, and short little trees, outcroppings of
chalky rock, and only one far image of any other human life.
  Way off in the distance, I could see the dark green roof of another
house, I remember seeing it as we hunted over the years and also recalled
the warnings not to shoot in its direction.

I settled down on the porch swing out front, so that I could see the first
signs of the old pickup.  I watched the lizards and horny toads skitter
across the edges of the porch.  I closed my eyes some and would drift close
to sleep with the warm breezes wafting over my bare chest.  The quiet and
emptiness seemed to empty my mind of worry.  It was the best I had felt
about the summer since the idea of working on the cabin came up.

It was a couple of hours but it seemed like forever sitting out there
waiting for Nick to get there.  I had visions of things to happen.  Nick
and I would be together for 2 weeks.  There would be all kinds of
opportunities to play with each other, to feel his hard dick and his
flopping balls. The thoughts of us swimming in the old stock tank were
exciting to me.  I could see Nick's naked body dipping in and out of the
water.  I thought about laying out in the sun, soaking up the rays with
nothing on, getting sun where the sun doesn't shine.  Those thoughts
contributed mightily to my boner.  It was too hard to ignore, I rearranged
it inside my pants and opened my eyes to check the area around me, I was
going to have to jack before they got there. Then, cresting the hill the
farthest I could see clearly, was that old pickup.  I felt my heart jump as
I thought of Nick so close.  I started to think how I should be when he got
there, sitting on the porch swing, or standing in the driveway, before
deciding to lean on the rocks making up the skimpy fence.  And my boner was
not going away.  I thought about going ahead and jacking, I had done it
that quick in the past.  I knew I could get done and get my dick back in my
jeans by the time they got there.  Instead, I just let it press hard
against my Levi's, rubbing the edge of my thumb along the underside of
dick.  I thought about how close they could get before I had to quit
stroking so they wouldn't notice.

Oh, and I was cool.  Leaning on the stack of rocks, one foot resting on the
fence, arms crossed, a stalk of prairie grass tucked to the side of my
smile, and eyes fixed on Nick inside the pickup.  I saw him turn his head,
bounce a little as he said something about seeing me to the Boss.  The
pickup pulled up within a few feet of me and I let Nick get out and start
towards me before I stepped forward with a little swagger, offered my hand,
and then drew him into a manly bear hug.  I even said a few of those
greetings we had heard the old guys use every time a car showed up at deer
camp.  I lost all concentration when I saw that great white smile Nick gave
me.  All I could see was him.  He was just recovering from a new haircut,
the white skin framing his light brown hair.  His face was perfect, not a
blemish anywhere, still the best skin on a teenage boy I have ever seen.
And he felt good as I hugged him, getting muscled up but still a little
soft.

The Boss told us to grab his stuff and haul it into the house.  I ran for
my bags and stood near the front door for entry into the old ranch
house. The Boss told me to come on around the back, and then realized I had
been outside the entire time.  It turned out the only door in the place
that was locked was that big front door.  I just didn't bother checking the
others.  As I walked in to the house, I was surprised to find out how much
cooler it was inside, even with the windows open.  The walls were
enormously thick, plaster and wood lined the walls.  I remember all the
heavy furniture and rustic decor from our tour last fall.  I checked out
the pictures hung in the hall as we went towards our bedroom.  I hadn't
even thought about sleeping arrangements, it was at that point that I
realized that we would share one of five bedrooms in the big old place.
And that one big bed in the room looked like something that Hoss Cartwright
would be sleeping in.

We just threw our bags against the wall and then headed back to the pickup.
The Boss wanted to show us around his ranch.  We had been over most of it
as we hunted but it did look very different from the pickup, and we paid
more attention to stock tanks, cows grazing, and hills that had to be
climbed.  It seemed like any thing out there had some sort of story
associated with it.  We heard about the windmill that Nick's father had
busted his ass on, even having to get stitches.  The stock tank that had
the big ol' catfish in it that thought my dad's dick was a worm.  The big
flat rocks that Betty Jo Marmalade took the virginity from him and a dozen
other boys back when they were our age.  There were at least 10 other
historic places, most of them involving some intimate part of a body or a
sexual act.

The Boss's arm rested across Nick's shoulder, his hand massaging my
shoulder, occasionally brushing my neck or cheek as he raised his hand to
point something out.  It was bothering me some but I enjoyed being so close
to Nick that I didn't pay it a whole lot of attention.  The scent of Nick
had me breathing deep.  There is something about that smell of a teenage
boy, the sweat, the musk, the shampoo and soap, and the faint aroma of cum
and urine.  I could have buried my nose into his chest to take it all in.
I was actually enjoying the ride around the bumpy dusty ranch roads when we
climbed through a dry creek bed and there was the little tin cabin.

We took some time to look around, to scratch the new addition in the dirt,
and took note of things that had to be cut or moved to get it done.  Every
time I stood still, the Boss would come near me, placing a hand on my
shoulder, rubbing my bare back, pulling at the hairs under my belly button,
or some other way to make contact with me.  I really wasn't much better
with Nick but he would touch me back or smile at me each time.  It was a
good time, the expectation of building the room was what we were talking
about, but I was really thinking about getting close to Nick, alone, and
mostly in that big bed at the ranch house.

It was getting late in the evening and just as the Boss said something
about eating, I realized I was starving.  I could and would eat anything
and plenty of it.  I hadn't eaten since the Bacon, Egg & Cheese Biscuit
back in civilization that morning.  Back at the ranch house, a couple of
huge hamburgers each seemed to fill us up.  We crashed into the big dark
brown leather couches and chairs in the living room.  The Boss brought us
each a beer, Lone Star, and toasted to having a good time the next two
weeks.  The Boss told a few more stories, Nick asked plenty of questions
and I stayed quiet again.  I really wanted the day to end so I could get
into bed with Nick.  I know it was way passed midnight, I had fallen asleep
many times on the couch, when we finally went to bed.  I quickly washed my
face and such and jumped into bed, I waited while Nick did his stuff in the
bathroom.  I played with my dick as it grew into a hard and hot boner.  I
rolled over in bed and the next thing I knew the morning light was pouring
in through the windows, Nick's breath was blowing over my face, the aroma
of bacon filled the room, and the Boss was yelling that it was time to get
up. I had missed one night and one opportunity with Nick.

Nick jumped up first, his boner tenting his underwear.  He kept his body
turned so that it wasn't that visible to me but there was no question he
was hard.  I kept thinking what it looked like, it had been last deer camp
since I had seen his dick.  The tent in his undies looked like he had grown
a lot.  I figured I could get a look as we pissed but as soon as Nick made
it to the bathroom, he shut the door, didn't lock it, but just shut it.
Meanwhile, my own boner was demanding attention, I was so hard but had to
piss so bad.  I was rubbing it a little, waiting on my turn in the
bathroom, when the Boss stuck his head in the room, my hand flew from my
dick, but the Boss still gave me that knowing grin.  He lost his train of
thought as he saw me only in undies and boned up.  He finally looked up and
told me that breakfast was ready.  Him catching me with my hand down my
undies was nothing compared to what he caught us doing at deer camp.

The Boss was a lot kinder this time too.  Last fall, he opened the camper
door just as I had a load of Nick's cum splatter my ass.  I was naked, hot,
sweaty, and hard as a rock.  There was no way to cover up or deny what he
just saw.  I know he was the only one that enjoyed that moment and he used
it to get what he wanted.  Through the rest of deer camp, anything he
suggested we did.  It was not all that terrible or abusive but it climaxed
with me jacking for him.  At the time, he even made me think it was my
idea.  I did enjoy it at the time.  I thought is was nasty and exciting.  I
had been hard for a long time, he worked on me like that.  I was going to
have to jack and cum quick, I might as well let him enjoy it too.  I think
I was hard and horny longer that night than I had ever been.  With my legs
spread far, exposed to his view, I stroked my dick with long strong
strokes.  It felt good to jack all opened up like that, I could feel the
cool breeze and his hot gaze on my balls.  Other than his hands on my back
or belly, he only reached out once to feel my balls bouncing. That little
touch was enough to send me over the edge.  I even got looking at the Boss
as he was working on his dick through his coveralls.  I exploded with a
huge load of cum when I saw a dark spot on the front of his coveralls, I
thought I made him cum and I was proud that I could do that.

When Nick came back out, his boner was all but gone.  It was my turn and
though I thought about jacking to relieve the pressure, I waited until my
boner went down enough to allow the piss to start.  We rushed to get our
clothes on, hurried through breakfast, and sped into town to pick up some
lumber and concrete to start the addition.  We really concentrated on the
work that day, though there were plenty of comments surrounding sex.  The
size of my balls were complimented when I carried 2 sacks of concrete mix
to the truck.  The size of Nick's dick was questioned when a scorpion
appeared from under a stack of 2 by 4's and he bounded to the other side of
the lumber yard in only 3 steps.

We worked hard that day.  I used muscles I didn't know I had.  It was a
warm day and it didn't take me long to lose my shirt.  The sun was out and
hot, barely a cloud in the sky.  I liked the thought of all the sun I was
getting, it would help my tan.  Nick took his shirt off right after I did,
but by the middle of the afternoon, his back had reddened with sunburn.  I
didn't realize how much sun I had, by the end of the day, I felt my skin
glowing as well.  But the sunburn was nothing compared to how sore I was.
And tired.  I was falling asleep on the back porch as I devoured another
couple of hamburgers.  I wasn't sure that would be enough to stop my
hunger.

The Boss took out an old photo album.  He showed us a select few pictures.
Some of deer hunting, some of our dads in earlier years, some of the Boss
hunting in Canada, Africa, and elsewhere.  I was still looking at the
pictures when Nick went to take his shower.  It seemed like he was in there
for hours.  I finally got up and hurried to the bathroom for my turn, and
for a chance to see Nick naked.  I got there as he was combing his hair,
undies already pulled up, even before he dried off completely.  His entire
top was sunburned, it looked even redder compared to his white legs.  He
claimed it didn't hurt, but I was much tanner and it was still burning.

I started to shed my clothes and Nick watched as dropped my jeans.  He
froze with his comb in his hand as I pulled off my undies.  I stood up
straight, almost too tired to bone up, and Nick pointed out the line of
dirt and grime along the edge where my pants had been.  Nick playfully
flicked my dick, laughed a bit and asked if we were going to do anything in
bed that night.  I said sure and I could feel the blood start pumping into
my dick, making it harder and harder.  I jumped in the shower, scrubbed
clean, and got out in record time.  I slicked back my hair, put on new
undies and went into the bedroom.  I felt so good, so clean, and I was so
ready to feel Nick.  I wanted to get my hands on his body.  I wanted to see
how big his dick was now.  I was so ready to grind our dicks together,
pressing our balls together, building up to a cum that would shoot between
our bellies.

Then I saw Nick, sound asleep on his side of the bed, the sheet pulled to
his waist, his little bubble butt covered in only the soft white cotton of
his undies.  I didn't think he would mind if I woke him up.  I figured he
wanted to play around as much as I did.  So I slid into the big bed.  I
felt the cool soft smooth cotton sheets welcome my sore body.  The clean
smell of freshly washed bodies mixed with the laundered bedding.  I was
floating in the old bed, as soft as anything I had ever been on.  It
soothed my aching body, it made my sunburn feel good, it had me sleeping
before I knew what was happening.  I woke the next morning, in the same
position, uncovered and head short of the pillow.  I was so tired I didn't
even move the entire night.

It was hard to get moving after breakfast, it took a while to loosen up the
sore muscles.  The shirts came off early, the sun hot again, the work was
hard.  And that night ended up the same, falling to sleep as fast as we got
out of the shower.  I woke that next morning feeling so horny.  It had been
days since I jacked.  I don't think I had waited that long to empty my
balls since the week I discovered jacking off.  I was semi-hard all day
long.  I even wore shorts that day but that allowed the fabric to rub on my
dick even more.  We had started to remove the old wall of the cabin and
Nick and I got in some positions that let my dick rub up against him. I was
holding on to a board above my head and my dick was right on his butt.
With each swing of his hammer, he stroked my dick.  It was the closest I
had to jacking all week.  It just wasn't enough.

We had gotten used to the work and not nearly as tired that night.  I
wasn't going to let Nick get into and out of the shower tonight without me
seeing that naked body.  As he was getting ready to shower, I pissed.  He
leaned over the sink to get a better view of my dick but kept undressing.
I stood there, dick still out of my pants as I watched Nick take off
everything.  For the first time since deer camp, I saw him naked.  His body
had not grown all that much.  His pubes were thick and full, in a tight
formation around his dick.  No hair on his chest, but his nipples were hard
and pointing. His dick was hardening in front of me.  It was a great
looking dick, smooth, thin, and getting harder and harder.  His balls did
hang lower than I remember and they looked heavy and big.  I swallowed hard
when he scratched his balls and flipped them up and down a few times.

Then I got a great look at his bubble butt.  Unlike all the boys I got to
see in PE in school, Nick had a great butt.  It was round and stood out
from his body.  It always made me feel like I wanted to grab it with both
hands.  It was so white too.  Nicks chest and back were turning from
sunburn to tan but his legs were red from the first day in shorts.  It just
made his butt, balls, and dick stand out so white.  I watched him take a
shower and we continued to talk.  I started to stutter as he soaped up his
dick and balls.  His hands ran under and around his balls, it was a
fantastic erotic show to me.

Nick stayed in the shower and adjusted the temperature cooler and cooler so
that he would be cool before getting out.  I was naked and standing there
grimy and stinky when he got out.  He looked so clean and fresh.  He bent
his knees in front of me and rapidly slapped my boner back and forth,
asking it if it was ready for some fun.  I would have let him do that for a
while, but he went into the bedroom and told me to hurry up and shower.  As
I stood under the water, all I could think of was that if Nick was asleep
when I got out, he was either going to wake up, or I was going to play with
him asleep, either way, I was getting my hands on his butt.

I was almost dry when I put on my undies, didn't other to comb my hair or
anything like that. I was out and in bed in almost no time. Nick was awake,
under the sheet and smiling.  I jumped in with him, landing so close that
my dick pressed right up against his side.  I moved back and forth, rubbing
my dick against his hip and pulling him even tighter against me.  Nick
flipped to his side and I felt his dick brush against mine.  My hips were
starting to pump, rubbing boner to boner.  Nick reached down into my undies
and took my dick in his hand.  I started to moan.  Nick said it sounded
more like I was purring.  I was so ready for this, purring, moaning,
humping my hips, biting my lip, breathing hard and building to what I knew
was going to be one hell of a cum!

Nick went down and pulled my undies all the down, leaving them on one
ankle.
  As he came back up, he rubbed his body, all the way from his shoulder,
down his chest and belly, against my dick.  It was like the longest stroke
I had ever had.  It really took me to another level.  I wasn't cuming but
my body was shaking.  My dick pressed on his cotton covered dick for only a
second before he pulled his undies down.  Now, finally, our dicks were
pressed against each other.  I could feel nothing more than dick on dick,
balls on balls.  Grinding hard against each other, I fought to hold off on
my cum.  I curled my toes, I bit my lip, I held my breath, I squeezed as
hard as I could but I finally had to shoot.  With Nick still grinding away,
I covered our bellies with hot cum.  I groaned from deep within me, each
shot of cum making me jerk.  I was in heaven.

I wasn't getting much softer but my dick got very sensitive and Nick kept
grinding.  I looked down, bent my body away a little and as I did, I was
his cum squirt right out of his dick.  I saw it from straight into it.  I
saw the hole open up and then fill with hot white cum.  It was an amazing
sight to me. Nick unloaded his cum and it mixed with mine.

I loved that feeling of cum between us, I held him close and we kissed in a
long soft tender kiss.  I had as much of Nick touching me as I could.  I
even pulled my balls up so they were resting on his dick.  Our legs tangled
up and we drifted off to sleep.  I really felt good that night.  It felt
good to hold Nick, and my hands did find that bubble butt.  It felt good to
get relief for all the pent up horniness and finally not be so tired that I
passed out as soon as I hit the bed.

I woke to the sound of a flushing toilet about an hour before we had to get
up.  I rolled over with my back to Nick's side.  Nick crawled carefully
into bed and immediately began to lightly scratch my back.  I started
purring again, it was a nice and pleasant feel, and I fell asleep again.
That back scratch was a little thing, but I sure do remember it to this
day.

The next day, as I got hot and started to sweat, I could smell all the cum
on my body.  I was sure it was strong enough that the Boss had to notice.
I would take deep breaths just to pull that aroma in.  It was hotter that
day and I was sweating more, and that just made my belly get slick from the
cum from the night before.  I even wiped it off with a rag from the cabin's
kitchen.  I could feel thick dried cum in my happy trail and I knew there
had to be a lot in my pubes.  The aroma and the thoughts in my head caused
me to keep hard most of the morning.

After lunch, the Boss said it was too hot and that we were doing good with
the building that we should just go have some fun.  There was a stock tank
with some of the best water in the county just across the creek and around
the hill.  It was an old metal tank that stored water for the troughs.  The
water was clear, moss covered the bottom and sides.  We pulled the lever
and let the windmill start pumping cold clear water into the tank.  There
was plenty of water in there already and we stripped down to our undies and
crawled up and into the tank.
  Nick and I swam back and forth, splashed, floated around while the Boss
watched every move we made.  We kept our undies on, but not sure why.  I
could see Nick's pink dick pressing against the wet white clothe of his
undies.  His pubes showed up dark against the white.  Mine were even worse.
They sagged low between my legs, there was more room between my crotch and
the undies than the undies and the ground.

I stood under the water pipe feeding the tank and drank in as much cold
water as I could stand.  It was cold but I had gotten used to it.  I stood
under it, turning around so that is splashed on my back, chilling me
through.  Nick had moved over to the Boss and was floating there, hanging
on to the side, his butt rising just out of the water.  The Boss's eyes
fixed on that cute butt and talking the entire time.  We played a while
longer, the tank was filling up, our skin was getting shriveled, and my
balls and dick had shrunk in the cold water.  The Boss told us to release
the windmill and get out to go home.  I was right behind Nick's butt as he
crawled over the top.  I had the best view of the underside of his balls I
had ever seen.  I would think and dream of that image until I could see it
again.

We pulled off our wet undies, pulled on shorts and rode back to the house.
I leaned against Nick, for the warmth, the softness and the great feel of
his body.  I usually enjoyed the smell coming from him, that mixture of
sweat, cum, and musk.  Tonight, we both smelled like the mossy water from
the tank.  And a little like the hundreds of cow patties that surrounded
the tanks and troughs.  The smell wasn't all that bad when considering the
feel of air from the lower vent.  My balls and dick were enjoying that
breeze.  With only shorts on, the wind tickled my balls, catching each of
the pubes on my sac.  That feeling caught so much of my attention that I
ignored the typical chatter between Nick and the Boss.  If it hadn't been
that my balls and dick had shrunken up from the cold water, I would have
had a boner from that feeling.

My boner was at full attention by the time we hit the bed.  It seemed like
we added something each night.  Not just the humping or grinding our dicks.
We held and hugged each other, feeling hot skin pressed against each other.
My hands always found their way to his butt.  It was so firm and so full
that I had to move my hands all around to catch all it.  I would grope and
squeeze, pull and mash, and lightly move my fingers over his butt.  I would
explore his crack, moving my fingers down and landing on his hole.  Each
time I made contact with his hole, his hips would grind even harder, or his
kisses would go deeper.

Oh and the kissing!  I learned to kiss that summer, I learned to love it.
The meshing of tongues, the smooth sweet inside of his cheeks, the softness
and movement of his lips would drive me crazy.  When Nick would move his
tongue under mine, flicking it, stroking it, it was like he was all over my
dick.  I felt it all the way there.  I know we were grinding dicks but at
least once I cumed because of our tongues tangling up.  When I cumed like
that, our kisses would be so deep and so hard.  Pressing out mouths hard
against the other, breathing each other's breath, moaning and groaning
together.  Nick would laugh at me when I cumed like that, not making fun of
me but he told me that he enjoyed watching and knowing I was cuming so much
that he had to laugh.

That night after the first swim was actually the second night that I
noticed the door to the bedroom move.  While it was only the moonlight that
lit up the room, I could see the door was open and knew the Boss was
watching.  I just didn't care as I was rubbing and grinding on Nick.  I was
just to horny to care.  After I cumed, there just wasn't a lot of time to
worry about it either, I would go to sleep almost immediately.  I don't
think I had any doubt that our work out there was for the Boss's enjoyment.
His stories of sexual exploration and such at different parts of the ranch,
the many pictures of naked or nearly naked boys having fun weren't
bothering me.  I always liked to look at them, even from the first time, I
just felt a little weird looking at them with the Boss.

The Boss had his camera with him all the time, it seemed like anyway.  He
took pictures of us working, swimming, even things like opening the gate.
I knew our pictures would be added to the photo albums he had lining the
shelves in his living room.  I was even thinking that could be a cool
thing, and he did have pictures of our dads. It always looked like there
were having fun.  They were dressed for deer hunting, or in shorts for
swimming, several shots of them in just underwear, and a scattering of shot
with nothing on.  I did really like the couple of pictures that showed
Nick's dad's dick.  It looked so much like Nick's, there was no question
who Nick's father was!  It had the same look to it, smooth and skinny.
Even the pubes looked so much alike.  If you didn't see the hair on Nick's
dad's legs, you couldn't tell if it was Nick's or his dad's.

I got to admit that the Boss was pretty slick. He was patient, he would
wait for us to get more at ease. Most of the things we did we our idea, or
at least we thought they were.  Although, he took a big step after we had
been there a while.  We were comfortable enough to go to breakfast in just
underwear.  Nick would also wear a t-shirt, but I had almost abandoned wear
any shirt at all.  We were eating when the Boss suggested that we go to
work that way.  He had all kinds of reasons to do it, no one would see, it
was hot, get some tan on more of our legs, easier to jump into the water,
etc..  And Nick added, as he grabbed his balls; "And better to see stuff!"
I wasn't all that behind that idea.  I had run out of clean undies, that
fit anyway.  During school, I needed only enough underwear to make it
through the week, we had been working for over a week and my wardrobe was
depleted.  Now, I had on a pair that I grabbed from the bottom of my
drawer, they were old, at least a size to small, and had a few holes in
them.  One of those holes was right under my own hole, others made a series
of little holes where the zipper had caught the fabric.  They were small
enough that pubes stuck out of the top.

An extra $10 dollars and peer pressure did convince me to go ahead and do
it.  The idea of it started to get my dick hard but it was when we were
riding in the pickup that nothing would keep it down.  The excitement of
doing something as exotic as riding around in the pickup in just undies was
giving both of us boners.  I should really say all three, there was no
doubt that the Boss had a boner, and his eyes were more on us than the
road.

That day we crawled all over the frame work of the addition.  Cutting
lumber, hanging new tin, and hammering nails.  I loved it when Nick would
hammer.  I would watch his dick bounce with every swing.  His dick looked
like rubber as it moved inside the undies.  That kept my boner going.  I
had a boner all day, it seemed like anyway.  Everytime I stopped to piss, I
had a nice load of precum covering the head of my dick.  I was distracted
by Nick, my eyes were pulled right to his bubble butt and his dick.  It
distracted me from minding the Boss taking even more pictures than normal.
I'd bend over, he'd take a picture.  I'd stretch up, he'd take a picture.
I'd scratch, he'd take a picture.

The picture taking continued when we quit early and headed for the stock
tank.  It just seemed right that we do take off our undies and just
skinny-dip.  We just kinda floated around, never very far from each other,
not a lot of playing.  I also used the water to hide that fact that I was
slowly jacking.  At least I thought I was hiding, but the conversation with
the Boss turned to jacking off.  The Boss asked me if I ever jacked in the
water but Nick answered for me, saying "like now?"  The Boss said he meant
actually cum underwater and see what it does.  The Boss used the same charm
he used on me when I jacked for him back at deer camp.  But it was when
Nick said the Boss has seen it before and he really needed to cum anyway.
I leaned during some later pillow talk that Nick had jacked for the Boss a
couple of times.

With legs bent, water just under my chin, hard dick, and facing the Boss, I
started to stroke.  My other hand was cupping my balls, I really liked the
way the floated while I was jacking. I started to watch Nick, the waves
coming from his shoulder would blend with mine. I could tell he was
enjoying it.  His mouth open and head tilted back, I liked it but it was
also a little funny.  Especially when he started to shoot. He stood up and
I could see his dick, long streams of white cum shot out and twisted into
curly free floating squiggles.  As Nick was milking the last of his cum, I
blew.  Cum that had been building all day exploded into the water.  Nick
pushed it towards me and it did follow me as I backed up.  We became very
still, recuperating from the cum.  It was an attractive sight when the
white strands of cum landed on the dark green moss along the edge of the
tank.

That night was calmer, some kissing, some tender touches, a lot of deep
talking.  Talk of dreams, feelings, futures, love, sex, and when it got too
deep, there was always a TV show or a song that could provide some relief.
I was a nice sleep that night.  We woke up close, my morning boner was
pressing hard into his hip, his was tenting the sheets.

We didn't miss another opportunity the next several nights to grind and
hump.  I loved the grinding of our dicks together.  Pressing them hard
together, letting them slide off to one side and then grinding them
together again.  I could always cum that way.  I loved that I could do it
without ever touching my dick with my hands.  The cum that would shoot
between us would stay there and dry through the night.  I loved the feel of
it when I woke up.  I would wonder if it was mine or his.  There were times
when we would stay touching each other and the cum would stay wet between
us.  It was a powerful smell those mornings.  I can remember smelling like
cum almost every morning.

We would occasionally hump each other, no penetration. I would get my butt
high in the air while in bed and Nick would grab my hips and thrust that
hot hard thin dick along my crack.  He would press hard behind my balls.
Long strokes brushing against my hole.  I would wait and hope that his dick
would find my hole.  I wanted him inside of me, my hole would open and beg
for that dick.  I would get close to cuming that way but Nick would always
shoot and fill my crack with his hot cum.  Or he would shoot all over my
back. I could feel each hot stream of cum.  If I could wait for Nick to
recover, I could usually get him to suck me. He really liked it as much as
I liked it.  That really got me purring.  The closer I got to cuming, the
deeper I could go in his mouth.  I would shoot and drive my dick all the
way in, I know I was shooting right down his throat.  It did freak me out a
little when Nick would kiss me right after that.  I was sure I was tasting
my own cum.

We took our time building the room on the cabin but it was still built
nearly on time.  It was approaching the time that we were going to head
back home.  I hadn't thought about home all that much.  It was a quiet
afternoon, we were hanging around the ranch house, just keeping cool and
relaxing.  I heard the Boss talking on the phone when he called me to the
phone.  He held his hand over it and told me that if I wanted to stay
longer, just tell my dad that I wanted to.

I picked up the phone and talked to my dad for the first time since he
dropped me off.  He thought I sounded good and happy.  I was, but I was
getting a little distracted when the Boss moved his fingertips over the
inside of my legs, moving to touch my dick through the fabric.  I was
talking, but my body started to react to his touch.  My hips started to
hump slowly, enjoying the feel. I got my dad to quit asking questions, I
said I wanted to stay, and then told him that the Boss had left the room
and didn't want to talk to him any more.  I said my goodbye to my dad just
as the Boss reached into my underwear and caressed my balls.  My dad
laughed like he knew what was happening, which I knew he didn't, and hung
up.

I leaned back against the desk, my hands holding me up. The Boss looked up
at my face, smiling and raising his eyebrows as if he was asking permission
to continue.  I shook my head and immediately my undies went to my knees.
My boner grew in his hands, he kneaded it, pulled it until it was
completely hard.  My eyes were fixed on his hands.  He started to stroke me
with quick short strokes.  He took my bouncing balls in the other hand and
held them while reaching his fingers back behind them.  He would only stop
the stroking to kiss the head of my dick.  The Boss's mustache tickled my
head and shaft.  His tongue felt like it was trying to open my piss hole,
he would flick his tongue right over the tip of my dick and I would jump
every time.  He started jacking my harder and faster and it wasn't long
that was shooting my cum.  It shot out, landing on his arm, his leg, the
floor.  He milked it for all the cum, I got soft before he let go and told
me to go relax.  I left but I could hear him jacking and cuming.

After it was arranged for Nick and I to stay longer, we spent about 10 days
alone.  The Boss had to actually go back and do work for his company.  Nick
and I had become the chefs, we learned how to wash clothes, although
neither of us could care about sorting colors.
  And I started driving the pickup around the ranch.  I got to drive with
just Nick.  We went to parts of the ranch we hadn't seen.  We found a good
dirt water tank, it looked familiar from the pictures in the ranch house.
We wanted to come back and try it. So we had become more independent.  We
could survive a few days alone, it wasn't supposed to be 10 days but
trouble kept the Boss at work.

There was plenty to keep us busy.  The room was built but we had been doing
all sorts of other chores, making sure the cattle were watered, working on
fences that kept falling down, replacing boards on an old corral. There was
also plenty of time for playing with each other.  While the boss was gone,
we did find more and more time to play.  Grinding and humping in the stock
tank.  Sucking each other any where the urge struck.  Kissing and hugging
got to be a regular habit on the big leather couch.  We even enjoyed the
day it poured rain.  There is just something about running naked in a cold
stinging rain that excites the soul!

Then one day after some long, deep, and mostly sexual talk, we convinced
each other that we could try something. We could try fucking each other.
We could try pumping our dicks in the other's ass.  There wouldn't be a
better time, we were alone in a ranch house, no one would be around any
time soon.  We were both boned up, what else could we want (actually some
lube wouldn't hurt!)  We piled pillows from the couch, adjusted them as I
took aim.  Then it was time.

I put my dick right on his hole, it had been this close a few times, but
now I did have the intention of going in.  My mouth was dry, I was shaking
all over, we both giggled, I kept my eyes on where my dick was heading.  I
pushed in, I wasn't sure I was getting anywhere, I felt my dick begin to
bend back, I thought I might be too big to get in, then POP!!  I felt my
dick head pop into his hole.  I immediately felt how hot it was, I could
feel his hole tighten on my dick, it felt something like but so much better
than a hand closing on it.  Nick raised up off the pillows, his hands
grabbed hard on the cushions of the couch, I thought he was going to
scream.
  He almost quit breathing!  He relaxed a little, and just a little more of
my dick was pulled inside.

I felt such electricity flowing between us.  I was loving every feeling.  I
was getting more and more excited.  I looked down and much to my surprise,
Nick's dick had gone limp.  I immediately thought that he didn't like it or
he was hurting so much that it was destroying his sex urge.  I got so
worried and I told him we could quit and I began to back off.  I thought I
should just pull out but as soon as I moved back a little, Nick grabbed my
hips and butt and took a death grip.  Between little gasps, Nick begged me
to keep going.  I pushed in more and my dick felt even more of his hot wet
ass hole.  The tip of my dick felt firm flesh, the shaft was enveloped by
Nick. I started to hump, I could feel my dick slide in and out.  I felt the
tight ring right at his hole that squeezed my dick with every stroke.  The
inside of his hole was hot, hotter than I ever thought a body could get.  I
felt my dick more and more as I stroked deep and hard.

Nick's dick responded to the feeling, he was hard as a rock, pointing up at
me.  When I felt warm and wet on my belly, I saw the streams of precum
oozing out of his dick, the first time I really ever saw him with precum.
My finger tips found that precum, and it was great tasting, it tasted so
much like Nick, better than any cum he ever had.  I spread most of his
precum over both our bellies.  I slicked his hard nipples with it and that
made him moan and raise his hips high.

I thought I was all the way in but then we both thrust hard and I felt my
dick slam deep inside Nick.  That heat, wetness, and tightness just
intensified as every bit of my dick was now inside him.  I felt our balls
banging together.  I pressed my pubes hard against his ass, I was grinding
into him.  Then as I felt my cum build, I had to start pumping my dick hard
into him, increasing the rhythm with every stroke.  I warned him it was
coming, I yelled it was coming, I growled as I cumed!  Nick's hole hung
onto my dick so tightly that I could feel each shot of hot cum run right
down my dick and shoot out.  Seven, eight, or more hot wet shots were
pumped into Nick's hole.  When I was done, I collapsed on his back, leaving
my dick in his hole.  I loved the feel of his heat and sweat mixing between
us.  I felt my dick soften and ease out of his hole, when it came
completely free, it pulled out with a little pop and I jumped at that
feeling.

Nick was still very hard, pulling on his dick.  He giggled and laughed and
talked about how that was the max, the most awesome feeling.  I felt like
it was a huge accomplishment.

I had to get some water, I was light headed and cotton-mouthed.  I held my
mouth under the faucet for minutes, stopping only enough to breathe.  When
I went back in, expecting to just lay on the bed and recover, I saw Nick,
boner flipping around, restacking the pillows.  A wonderful wicked smile
appeared on his face.  He patted the top of the pillows and said come on!
I didn't hesitate but I wasn't sure I could be much good, I was so zapped
when I shot my load.  Nick took charge, placing me on the pillows in just
the right position.  He pulled my legs apart. Pulled my butt cheeks apart,
I felt the tingle as cool air hit my open hole.  A couple of his fingers
brushed over my hole and my whole body twitched at that feel.  A little
more hands around my butt and then Nick jumped out of bed and ran out of
the room.  I felt very strange with my butt up in the air like that but I
didn't move.

Nick ran back in (I loved the way his boner bounced as he ran) with a
square green can.  It had some of the slickest stuff I ever felt.  It
worked on blisters and such.  It took me a second to realized why it was a
good thing, but then I felt the greasy stuff hit right on my hole.  I
involuntarily squeezed it closed, but it opened again as Nick's fingers
began to push into me.  It was a new experience to me and I was losing
myself to the feeling.  Breathing was getting hard, one leg was twitching
hard, I pushed my head into the bed.

Nick pushed a finger a long way into my hole.  He hit what felt like the
other end of my dick.  He pressed and pushed on it.  I thought I was cuming
again.  Each time he pushed, I felt like a shot of cum just came out.  Nick
asked me if I could feel that, all I could do was grunt and shake my head.
I was completely hard again.  I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing
with his fingers and I was getting positioned to even like it more.  Then
he pulled his fingers out, I spun around to look at him, and he got up on
his knees and crawled closer to my hole.

He pushed his dick in, in one long hard push.  I felt the bones around his
dick hit hard against my ass.  I couldn't move, I pressed hard into the
bed.  I felt my head doing some really strange things, I couldn't think
straight.  Nick was tearing me up on each stroke, but each stroke felt
better and better.  I was sweating hard, my face was soaking wet, my hand
would reach up and pull the sweat away.  My nose felt numb, my ears were
pounding, all sorts of sounds were coming out of my mouth.

Nick was humping me so hard, he pulled out of me at least 3 times, we both
struggled to get his dick inside me again.  His rhythm slowed but each
thrust was deep and hard.  Then deep inside me, I felt Nick's hot cum.  I
didn't even know I could feel anything there.  I started to cum again.  It
was a long series of hard but very short shots.  They seemed to last about
4 times my regular cum.  My body just collapse, two or three more spasms
followed as we laid there.  We said a few more words, and Nick threw his
arms around me and we were sound asleep, or passed out.