Cowboys and Indians

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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."