Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 01:10:49 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: LITTLE COWBOYS (b/b, mast, oral) (gay male, young friends)

LITTLE COWBOYS (b/b, mast, oral) (gay male, young friends)
By Lemmaire

I can't remember when I started playing cowboys with Jimmy.  I think we were
probably five or six.  We've lived next door to each other all our lives.
We have the same birthday, so that's how our cowboy games started.  Our moms
are friends too, so before our birthdays, they always get together and
decide what they're going to get us.

We're eleven, so now it's mostly regular stuff -- videos and games and
things like that.  But one year, when we were five or six, it was hats and
holsters and six-shooters.  We loved them!  We get a lot of matching stuff
every year, which is very cool.  That way we can keep updated on each other.
Even though we're not related or anything, it makes us feel like twins.  We
both like that a lot.

My name's Tyler.  Jimmy is the same height and weight as me.  Well, close
anyway.  Neither one of us can beat each other up or anything...not that
we'd want to...I'm just using that for a comparison.

But that's as far as it goes, resembling each other.  My hair and eyes are
dark brown and I look sort of tan all the time because there's Native
American on my dad's side of the family.  Jimmy is really light -- not all
gross and pale or anything -- just fair-skinned.  And he has sandy blond
hair and beautiful deep blue eyes.

I never really thought of Jimmy's eyes as beautiful before -- that's kind of
gross -- but hey, after our last game of cowboys, I see him a whole lot
different than I used to.  Way different.

I know.  We're too old to be playing cowboys.  We know, but so what.  We
live out on a country road with woods all around, so it's not like anybody's
ever gonna see us. Cowboys is our private game.  In school, we talk about
Game Boys and Play
Stations like normal people.

"Come on, Tonto," Jimmy smiled as he walked into my room last Saturday.

That's a joke.  We don't really play Lone Ranger.  Ugh, I'm sure.  That's
from, like, 400 years ago.  He only says it because my mom saw us playing
cowboys one day when she came home from work and asked us if we were the
Lone Ranger and Tonto.  Hell, we didn't even know who she was talking about.

So, basically, we looked at her like she was a moron (which she is) and told
her she was having another one of her Happy Days flashbacks.  I mean,
whatever.  The Lone Ranger might have been a hot dude back in her day, but
hey, cowboys are a little cooler in this generation.  I mean, shit, the Lone
Ranger didn't even swear.  Anyway --

"On my way, Kemosabe," I laughed back, grabbing my hat and my guns from out
of my closet.  We rolled our eyes and shook our heads, picturing my poor
mother trying to explain who the Lone Ranger was and why he was so cool.
Frankly, we didn't get it.  Besides, we had our own way of playing cowboys.

We headed up to the woods, where we had a bunch of rocks and trees we'd
turned into our headquarters, Silver City.  I know, I know.  Cowboys don't
use the word "headquarters."  Whatever.  Like I said, it's a private game.
Don't ask.

"Those fuckin Callahan boys are stirring up the shit again," he said,
tipping his hat down to block the sun out of his eyes.  He looked around
Silver City slow and cautious, in case any of them were hanging out behind
the boulders.

I checked my guns and spit on the ground.  I was pretending it was a tobacco
spit.  Really, it was just some leaves.  I adjusted my hat the same way he
did and spit again.

"Guess we'll have to teach those motherfuckers a little lesson in manners,"
I answered as mean-sounding as I could.

(See what I mean about the Lone Ranger being a little out of date?  I mean,
shit, if your cowboys can't say "motherfucker" once in a while, what's the
point of even playing?)

"Last I heard, those dirty cunts were holed up over near Sara Johnson's
farm."

Sara Johnson was the school marm.  She lived alone.  We helped out on her
farm so she could afford to keep it.  She baked us pies and shit.

"Well, we better get our asses down there and take a look," I said, making
sure my guns were packed tight in my holsters.  "We don't want those
Callahans fucking around with Miss Sara."

We headed out through a patch of trees at the edge of town to a couple of
big rocks we'd made into Miss Sara's place.  Me and Jimmy were the kind of
cowboys who walked.  I mean, we liked to play the game and everything, but
fuck if we were going to go galloping around the woods like idiots on
invisible horses.  We might have done that when we were six, but at eleven,
you pretty much stick to your feet.

And sure enough, when we got to Miss Sara's, the place was swarming with
dirty fucking Callahans.  Good thing I checked my pistols back in town.  I'd
need them.

I took the first two without even breaking a sweat.  They were up on the
ridge, riding lookout.  Jimmy tipped me off, and rolled out of the way so I
could get a clear shot.

The next two came out of nowhere, and I would have taken a bullet myself if
Jimmy hadn't pushed me out of the way and plugged the fuckers full of lead.

That left two -- one for each of us.  I found mine out by Miss Sara's
chicken coop and gave him a chance to run a few feet before I let him have
it.  Jimmy ran into his guy over by her tool shed and did the same.  Both of
those miserable cunt fuckers were six feet under in time for supper.

Figuring we needed a rest after ridding the town of six motherfucking
Callahans, we invited ourselves over to Miss Sara's and sat down near one of
the big boulders, leaning up against it, pretending it was a sofa in her
sitting room.

"You boys are so good to me," Miss Sara cooed.  (Jimmy did her voice too. It
always made me laugh...it was all high-pitched and soft, not at all like his
regular voice.)  He was really getting into it this time. "Is there any way
I can repay you?" he asked.

"Just some pies would be fine, ma'am," I said, tipping my hat.  I was always
polite around Miss Sara, and kept the "motherfuckers" out of the
conversation.

But Jimmy had other ideas in mind.

"I'm afraid that just won't show how grateful I am," he said in his high,
soft Miss Sara voice.  "Why don't you let me feel that big strong pecker of
yours instead."

I cracked up right away -- "pecker!" -- that was just hilarious.  Like
anybody but a school marm would ever come up with that one.  I thought he
was just joking around so I spread my legs real wide and said, "All yours,
ma'am."

I expected him to laugh too and change the topic -- but Jimmy wasn't
kidding! His hand reached over to my crotch and started rubbing my dick
right through my jeans!  I almost shit a duck just thinking about what he
was doing!

"Hey, you asshole!" I laughed.  "Knock it off."

But he was dead serious.  He wasn't joking around at all.

"Shhh," he said in his regular voice.  "Just let Miss Sara do her job."

Wow.  This was definitely not in the usual script.

"Okay," I said, feeling his hand rubbing against my dick. "Do what you have
to do there, buckaroo."

It was a little strange -- we'd never done anything like this before -- but
hey, I wasn't going to complain.  It felt good.  And besides, it was only a
game.  Who'd ever know?

Jimmy rubbed me for a while, going slow, up and down against the outline of
my dick, making it harder and harder -- every once in a while looking up at
my face to see my reaction.  I was starting to breathe differently -- I was
starting to like it -- a lot.

"Now, why don't you take that big cock out and let me see what it looks
like," Jimmy said, slipping back into his Miss Sara voice. "I'd sure like to
see it, cowboy."

What the hell.  We'd gone this far.  There was no turning back now.

"Whatever you say, ma'am," I told him.

I unsnapped my jeans, pulled my zipper down and scooted out of my pants and
underwear enough so I was sitting on my bare ass and he could get a good
grip on my dick, which by this time, was as hard as it was ever going to get
and sticking straight up toward my stomach.

"Ooohh, now that's nice," he cooed in his fake voice.  "Why don't you close
your eyes and let Miss Sara touch it some more for you."

This was definitely getting more interesting by the minute.  And I had no
problem with him playing with me.  He could rub it all day if he wanted to.
I'd played with my own a lot of times -- and I'm sure he'd played with his
too -- but if he wanted to do it for me, I was ready to let him go.  Hell,
let's see the Lone Ranger get a handful like this out on the trail.

Jimmy kept rubbing my cock...stroking it up and down, slowly and gently at
first, then a little faster.  He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked
around his thumb and his fingers, coating them with spit, so they'd be more
slippery.  Then it really started to feel good.  I was leaned back against
the boulder, really enjoying it a lot.

Even better, the whole time he was doing it, he kept doing his Miss Sara
voice, telling me how big my cock was, and what a big strong man I was for
chasing off the Callahans.  I had my eyes closed, so I almost didn't notice
he'd unbuttoned his own jeans.  When I opened them a few minutes later, he
was stroking his own dick with one hand and my dick with the other.

I looked up at his face.  He had his eyes closed too.  I looked down and
studied his dick.  It was thin and hard -- about four inches like mine --
perfectly shaped -- the big head pink and bulby.  I wondered if he'd let me
do some stuff with him.  It didn't hurt to ask.  He was the one who started
it, after all.

I nudged him with my arm until I got his attention.  He opened his eyes and
looked at me.  I smiled and nodded down at my dick.

"That sure feels good, Miss Sara," I told him honestly.  "But you know what
would feel even better?"

"What?" he said, forgetting his high voice for a second.

"Why don't you lay down that way -- and I'll lay down this way, and we'll
suck each other's dicks for a while."

I think that made him a little nervous, because he changed voices again so
he wouldn't have to answer in his regular one.

"You silly boy," he giggled in his Miss Sara voice.  "Girls don't have
wieners."

But Jimmy sure did.  His was standing straight up and begging for attention.
I knew I wanted to put it in my mouth, even if he wouldn't do the same to
me.

"Well, then let's just pretend we're both boys for a while," I smiled.
"I'll suck on yours and you suck on mine, okay?"

"Suit yourself," he giggled in his Miss Sara voice.  "But be gentle with me.
I'm just a little school marm, you know."

I was really getting turned on, listening to him talk in that fake girl
voice, looking at his beautiful hard dick and his cute little balls.
Neither one of us had much hair yet...just a light fuzz.  Mine was
dark...his was lighter.

I raised my finger to my lips and put some spit on it like he did and
dribbled some of it on the tip of his cock, rubbing slowly around the big,
hard head.  He shuddered and said, "That feels really good."  He wasn't
doing the fake voice anymore.

We laid down on the ground, head to toe, and just laid there for a second.
I think we were both afraid to start doing it first.  So, just when I was
about to make the first move, he surprised me by doing the same thing.  We
both started sucking each other at the same time.

It was so good.  It felt good from the very first second he started. His
hand was nothing compared to this.  The minute his hot mouth wrapped around
the head of my dick, I started moaning and pumping it into his slippery
lips.  He did the same thing to me.  Slowly at first, a little shaky, sort
of.  It took a few seconds for our spit to coat the whole length of each
others' cocks, so they could slide in and out without any trouble.

Then as soon as everything was really slippery, I opened my mouth as far as
I could to let him pump his dick into my throat.  He liked that a lot.  I
could tell by the way he was breathing.  Really fast, and really hard, with
these little moans in between.  I knew he liked this just as much as I did.

But I wanted it to last, so I stopped for a minute and started licking up
and down his shaft, stopping awhile to taste his balls.  That made him moan
too.  They tasted sweet and sort of salty...a little like sweat...but not as
strong.  I could smell all kinds of wonderful, different smells.  He moaned
as I continued to explore all over him with my tongue.

"I think I'm getting close," he said, his breath coming in soft jerks.

"Me too," I answered.  "You want to stop and jack off?"

I secretly hoped he didn't, because I wanted to keep going in his mouth.
But we both knew we had stuff now -- we told each other about it -- and I
didn't know how he felt about having my stuff come out in his mouth.  I
wasn't quite sure how that was supposed to work.

"No," he whispered hoarsely.  "Keep going.  Do it in my mouth."

That's all the invitation I needed.  I pumped harder into his mouth and took
his cock into mine again.  We pumped back and forth into each other for
another couple of minutes, going faster, going deeper in, until finally I
could tell by the way he was starting to tense up, he was going to make his
stuff come out.

"Do it," I whispered, in between mouthfuls of his hot dick.  "Shoot it in my
mouth."

"Oh, God...." he moaned.  "Here it comes..."

He erupted with a grunt, driving his dick deep down into my throat.  I could
feel the first shot hit the inside of me -- I almost gagged -- but I wanted
to do it right, so I closed my eyes and swallowed.  A few more, smaller
drops came out, and I swallowed those too.  I rolled them around in my mouth
before I swallowed, enjoying their taste.  They weren't as salty as before
-- they were kind of different -- they burned my throat a little and made it
feel coated -- but in a good way.

"Now you do it in mine," he whispered...opening his mouth wider, so I could
jam my dick way back deep in his throat.  "Put it in far."

As I was pumping into him, he reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks.  He
helped me pump by pulling me back and forth into his mouth -- and I mean
hard.  It was like he wanted to get me as deep in his throat as I could
possibly go.  It was so exciting -- watching my dick go in and out of his
mouth.  He had his eyes closed and every time I pumped in, he made an "mmph"
sound...over and over.

It only took a few more seconds of him grabbing my butt and pumping me into
his mouth, before I moaned like crazy and my whole body shook and I shot my
stuff into his mouth.

I heard him cough and choke as my stuff came out.  But I looked down and saw
that he wasn't spitting it out.  His eyes were closed and he had a look of
pure heaven on his face as I shot my drops into his mouth.  I could hear him
swallowing and making little moaning noises.  "Mmmmm...so much..."  After I
was finished, he licked around the tip of my cock, cleaning off the rest of
it, licking my balls, still making soft "mmmm" noises.

"That was excellent," he said, after he'd finished.  We both laid there for
a minute, not saying anything, breathing heavy and recovering.

After a few seconds, we started licking and sucking on each other's dicks
again.  Not urgent this time...just relaxing, soft, exploring licks.  I
don't think either one of us could get hard again so soon.  It was nice.  He
was still squeezing my butt cheeks too.  That made me feel good in another
way...completely different from the way it felt when my cock was in his
mouth.

After a few more minutes of that, he stood up and pulled his pants up.

"Well, cowboy," he said, "that was sure nice of Miss Sara to give us the
works like that."

Back to the game, I noticed.  Not that I blamed him.  I mean, what else
could we do?

"Yep, not bad at all," I agreed, standing up and buttoning my jeans.  "She's
one hell of a nice lady."

"Better get back to town," he winked at me.  "Sun's goin' down."

"Yep," I said, adjusting my six-shooters.  "We've got a long trail ahead of
us."

We walked off into the woods, making our way back to Silver City, knowing
we'd shared a whole new type of game that day -- one we both enjoyed -- and
now that we'd done it, we'd more than likely be doing it again and again.
That was fine with me.  I liked it.  I also wondered what else we could do.

We were both eleven now, so I wasn't sure how many years we'd keep playing
cowboys together, but as I tipped my hat to the setting sun and strolled off
into the sunset, I had a pretty good feeling I hadn't seen the last of Miss
Sara.  Or of Jimmy's particular brand of cowboy playing in the woods of
Silver City.

END