My Journey

My Journey - Episode Seven By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

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Authors Note: I have been receiving some email from persons who have traveled the trails in this tale. All are good comments and for that I am thankful. Some express the feeling that the young people involved in the described activities might not have done the deed. Let me assure you that this is not imagination, but a retelling of what happened to me when I was seventeen. These activities did happen. It made a profound effect on my life style and the way I thought about other male figures that came and went in my life. I publish this tale, so that other young sheltered males will know that what they are experiencing is normal, it does happen! We must realize that society does not want to talk about it. The attitude seems to boil down to 'as long as you don't do fellatio or allow yourself to be sodomized' then you are considered horny (i.e., its okay to do it). You are not a faggot, queer, homo, cock sucker or any other label the bigots wish to put on you. With that said, I hope you enjoy this last episode of my awakening.

My Journey - Episode 7

Ponil, the Corral

We broke camp at Pueblano and were on our way down to Ponil. The boys were cheerful and full of pep. They were eager to reach their final destination of the trek. Ponil to them was horseback riding and snack foods. To me, it was breaking up with the only person I felt truly loved me for who I was. I mulled several scenarios over in my mind as we criss-crossed the narrow stream that gurgled along the path we traveled.

It was a short, but beautiful hike in the high country down the South Ponil canyon. The road was just two ruts in the grass. Crude wood bridges were thrown across the stream where the road crossed it. The forest came down the sides of the canyon to meet the meadow in the hollow. It was quiet and the song of the birds mingled with the soft conversation between the teens.

As we entered the Ponil site, the oldest campsite on the ranch, we passed the corrals. When Peter, they youngest of my crew, saw the corral he dashed forward and stood at the corrals looking at the horses within. I stopped to observe this and the rest of the crew passed us. The mares started to come over to where Peter stood. His head was under the top rail, and his hands were gripping the top rail. Two of the mares came close. They sniffed Peter and whinnied. Soon some geldings strayed over and they too sniffed at Peter and snuffled and snorted. I'd never seen that happen before.

I walked over to Peter and placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and asked me, "Aren't they wonderful? I can't wait to saddle one up and ride him. They all want me to pick them for tomorrows ride."

"Peter, I don't think they are coming over to you for that reason. I think they thought you had something to feed them. Come on, let's catch up with the other boys and make camp. You can come back after dinner tonight, if you want to." I tugged at his pack and pulled him from the fence rail. He was very reluctant to leave, even patting the few noses that were protruding thorough the corral rails. I notice that a few mares softly nibbled his fingers with their lips and snuffled.

"You'd let me come back tonight?" I looked at his bright eyes and the grin on his face. How could you refuse a kid like Peter?

"Sure, and I'll come with you. Be sure to pick up something to use as a snack for them. Won't hurt to make friends with them." And the two of us ambled down the path toward our crew.

Ken checked in our group with the ranger and received instructions on where we would camp for the next couple of nights. The ranger came out with Ken and reviewed some of the rules concerning the campsite. He told us he'd talk more with us later at campfire and explain some of the history and what we needed to know about horse back riding.

The campsite looked used and tired. My crew wasn't too happy with the run down look of the ramada and grassless site. The fire pits hadn't been cleaned out by the former users of the site. There was no firewood to start the cook fires. My crew and Chas' crew started grumbling and complaining.

"Hey guys! Hey! I can't believe you guys have forgotten Scout spirit! This is a chance to show others what it means. I'm sure Ken will take the fire crew to where there is some firewood or charcoal. The rest of us can tidy up the site and get things in order. I know you guys know what to do, so let's all get with it." I lowered my backpack and placed it at the tent opening next to Ken's pack. I turned and started helping the crew get things ready.

Mr. Glass came over to me. He was filling his pipe with tobacco and making a show of it. "That was quick thinking on your part, Larry. It could have gotten out of hand and ruined the entire trip. I don't think Chas would have guided his crew that way. Good job!" and he walked back to his tent.

Ken came back with the fire crew, they had sacks of charcoal briquets. The cook crew had the dutch ovens ready for tonight's meal. One of the crew was making biscuits. I was pleased to see how they were all working together to get the evening meal prepared. Ken was helping the fire crew get enough of the charcoal briquets burning so that the cooks could start cooking. I took a few teens with me to fetch water and get it heating for dishwashing.

It was a glorious evening. The sun softly set behind the peaks and the soft night wind came up the canyon. The cooks had outdone themselves and I lavished praises on them. Ken commented that "they were not that good" and immediately got razed by the crew. I sat with a large cup of coffee and wolfed down several light biscuits slathered amply with jam and butter. Yes, life was good, especially on a full belly.

The crew was discussing the evening's activities when a stranger walked into our campsite. He was from another party that was winding up their trek and had just learned of our arrival. He invited our group to join his at the campfire circle around 8:00 pm. I looked at my crew, they nodded yes and I accepted the invitation with thanks.

Carl asked if we should dress up. That meant putting on dress uniform, or as near dress uniform as each teen had packed with him. I suggested that it might be a nice gesture. I heard my crew voice agreement.

Carl made an announcement. "Well while you guys laid around patting your full bellies, I scouted out the wash shack and got hot water going. There's a small amount of hot water available to those who want to clean up!" He grabbed his toilet kit and towel and ran down the slope. Several boys joined him.

Ken looked at me, "I think I'll wait till after the campfire. I'd like to go to bed clean, a hot shower sounds good." He pulled his uniform shirt out of his pack and slipped it over his bare torso. I got a glimpse at the award knots over his left pocket and noted the junior advisor patch on his sleeve. His right pocket had the full ranch award patch hanging from the button. I smirked and he asked, "What? Now what?"

"Well, you're older than seventeen. That junior advisor patch is given to those eighteen or older. You want to tell me something about that? You have the Eagle Award with palms." I felt those doubts rising in the recess of my mind. Ken had not been truthful, at least he hadn't told me everything that I felt he should have disclosed. In short, I was very disturbed with him.

The two crews gathered at the ramada and as a group we went to the campfire circle. We were greeted by the other group with a rousing cheer and words of welcome. Really nice gesture and it impressed my crew of teens. After some more cheers and quickie stunts, the ranger stepped forward and introduced our two groups. He then went on to explain about the things we could do while at Ponil. He mentioned that "Granny Ponil" was located behind the lodge. It was an example of the geological opportunities that were available. There were Indian ruins and several archeologists were on site and those interested could lend a hand in recovering artifacts. The surrounding forest contained a lot of wildlife, birds especially. The wrangler would be telling us about horses and take us on a long ride into the mountains.

Then our song leader stood up and led us in a few quiet songs as the campfire burned low. The two groups began talking about their trek. Our gang exchanged views of what this other group had gone through, retelling our likes and dislikes about the various camp sites that we stopped at on our way to Ponil. Then the fire was very low and it was time to go to our tents. Tomorrow would be a very busy day.

As we walked back to our dark campsite, Ken caught up to me and put his arm around my waist and walked next to me. "Hey, you ready for a hot shower? I know I am."

"Yeah, Ken. I could go for a nice hot shower about now. Let's grab our stuff and see if there's any hot water left." We quickened our pace and made it back to our tent. Ken started stripping in front of the tent, grabbed his kit and towel and sauntered off to the shower shack. I dogtrotted behind him.

"Hey we're in luck. The tank is completely full of hot water. Let me throw a couple of logs under it to keep it warm. Why don't you light the kerosene lantern inside? You'll find a tin box full of matches up in the eaves." Ken poked up the embers and pushed a couple of split logs on them. Flames quickly licked upward.

I reached up over the lantern and found the safety tin of matches, took one and lit the kerosene lantern and hung it up on the nail. The room was filled with its soft light. I stripped off my shorts and boots and walked over to a showerhead as Ken entered.

"Hey sexy, you remember how to do this." His white teeth glowed in the soft light. "Yes, stud, I do remember how to get wet, turn off the shower, lather up, turn on the shower, rinse, turn off the shower, and try not to run away." I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature and then stepped under the spray getting completely wet all over. I turned off the shower and felt Ken's hands lathering up my back and shoulders. I asked for the soap to lather up my front, but he refused, saying that was his job tonight.

He worked downward to the small of my back, then over my ass cheeks. His fingers prodded between my ass cheeks and rubbed over the pucker to insure it was clean. I expected him to plunge a finger inward, but he moved his soapy hands down my thighs and over my calf muscles and onto my feet. As he stood up, I turned to face him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, his lips sought mine briefly. He held me in his grasp and sighed, "Tonight is going to be soooo good!"

I pushed off him. "What is it with you, do you expect me to put out at your beck an call? Don't I get to have a say in what we do in the bedroll? Do you really think I'm interested in having sex with you?" I waited for him to reply.

He grabbed me and pulled me into his body and wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't move away. He kissed me hard, and thrust his tongue between my lips before I could prevent it. He withdrew his tongue and bit my lower lip, tenderly, but never the less he bit me. He licked my face, went to my ears, nibbled, licked on my neck and placed a kiss that turned into a sucker bite. He kissed my chin and met my lips in a tender kiss. He released me.

"Tonight is special, its one of the last we have. I want to show you how much I love you, I know what you feel, but I do love you! I want every moment we have together to count." He stood in front of me, his head lowered onto his chest. He looked so damn cute. I embraced him and returned his kiss with one of my own. He had turned me into quite a kisser. I was getting to enjoy swapping spit. His arms went round me and he lifted me off the floor. I felt our cocks press together, and I lost all control. We twirled around and he was whooping up his joy.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Carl and Brian were at the door. Ken let me down and we both turned to look at the two naked boys in the doorway. They came in and wet themselves down and Brian started lathering up Carl.

"Ah, we've come to an agreement. Larry isn't pissed at me anymore!" He turned to look at me and said, "Right?'

I laughed and said, "Right! We have reached an agreement of sorts." I started to lather up his chest and rubbed his nipples, playfully pinching them as I moved my soapy hands down his torso. He pushed into me and grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands and forced his semi hard cock into mine.

"Hey, they got the same thing in mind as we do!" burst out Carl. Brian hit him on the shoulder. "Shut up you fucker!" Carl giggled at Brian's embarrassment and started working up a lather on his back. I noted that their peckers were straight out forward.

"Ah, Larry, let's rinse off and leave these two to their devices or whatever!" I don't want them copying anything we might do together." I swatted him a good hard one on the ass.

"Is that a direct quote?" I asked Ken. I was starting to get miffed. He grinned and replied that he was only pulling my leg, and yeah, he grabbed my pecker and pulled me to him, his hand sliding to my ball sack and fondling it in his fingers as his free arm went round me gripping me tightly to his body. I looked over Ken's shoulder at the two husky teenagers who were staring at us with mouths open.

"I haven't finished soaping you." I pointed out to Ken as my hands moved up and down his silky back. I felt his back muscles flex as he hugged me close. My hands drifted down to caress and hold his muscular ass cheeks.

Ken broke the hug, and we tended to business. I soaped and lathered his body and he redid me. It was very sensuous. We both made sure our ass cracks were clean and Ken did work a finger into mine and pushed it in and out. He made me bend over and rinsed off my ass cheeks. He playfully grabbed my ball sack and pulled down hard. We completely ignored Carl and Brian. We did a final rinse, and turned off the shower, and grabbed our towels to dry off.

Carl was down on his knees in front of Brian, lathering up Brian's crotch and thighs. I noted that Brian was quite endowed and he did have heavy muscular thighs. Ken was looking at Carl's ass cheeks and commented on how nicely formed they were. "I was only observing, I'd never take advantage of him!" he told me, smiling and giggling at his quick recovery. He knew how I felt about him having sex with the younger crewmembers.

We left Carl and Brian to explore one another in privacy. Arm in arm, we walked stark naked back to our tent and went inside. I sat down on my bedroll and Ken was all over me. He was pressing his full lips on mine and his hands on my shoulders pressing me back down on the bedroll. He slipped his warm perfectly formed body on top of mine. Our chests, abs, and cocks were pressed firmly between us. Ken's knees were outside of mine. He lifted his torso up off mine. I moaned. He kept his tongue inside my mouth and I was sucking on it.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at me with his misty green eyes, "I want tonight to be so perfect. I want us to know every inch of our bodies, so that we will have those memories when we are apart." He came down to lick with his broad tongue, my chin, my nose, my forehead. I heard him deeply inhale my hair. I felt him place a soft kiss on my scalp. He came down to lick my ear and throat.

He moved down a little, so that he could lick my throat and kiss the hollow of my collarbone under my Adam's apple. He went to my right nipple which was standing hard at attention. He licked round the areole. Then I felt those perfect white teeth close down on the nipple tip, as his lips closed tight to suckle. Electricity shot to my groin, my cock surged and relaxed. I felt Ken's warm hand fondle my ball sack. He released my right nip and went to my left nipple and repeated the licking, nipping, and suction.

My lust factor was soaring. His wet tongue was tracing my abdominal muscles and down into my pubic hairs. His teeth gripped the hair and he raised his head up pulling the hairs tight. He licked at the base of my now throbbing pride and joy. He continued his tongue licking of my thighs and calf, and he was licking between my toes and the sole of my foot. I writhed in pleasure and the tingles raced upward. He lick back upward on my other leg and into my steamy crotch. He was now crouched between my legs. He slipped his arms under my knees and raised my legs up as he continued to lick and snuffle in my crotch. His warm wet tongue was lapping my scrotum, and he worked steadily until down until his tongue was lapping in between my ass cheeks.

I was uncontrollably uttering soft moans and mewing of pleasure. My head turning from side to side, my hands gripping the bedroll tightly. His thumbs spread my cheeks tight and wide. His tongue licked over my pucker, pressed on the opening. I waited for the hard thrust of his tongue into my anus, but instead he licked to my lower back, and his strong hands turned my body sideway, and he helped me get on all fours. His hands caressed my back and sides, as his tongue swiped all over my lower back and up my spine, till his warm hands gripped and massaged my neck and shoulders. He was kneeling between my legs, his pubic hair pressed to my ass cheeks, his hard swollen pleasure rod firmly seated between, its pre cum wet head poking at my ball purse. He bent forward over my back and I felt his cock ride up my ass cleft. His arms slid under mine and his hands locked behind my neck in a wrestlers full nelson hold. He had dominated me, claiming me as his lover. His hot breath played over my ear, his wet tongue pressed in.

He loosened his hold on me and flopped down on his back next to me, his arms extended over his head. He turned his head to look up at me, giving me this white-toothed grin; his lips formed a kiss and blew it at me. He nodded to his armpit, letting me know that is what he wanted me to do. My mind sounded the word "lick me" and I moved over his body. My head dropped and I inhaled his scent, my tongue lapped the silky brown hairs and I tasted the tang of his ardour. I licked his pits until he started writhing under me. I went to lick around his quarter-sized nipples; I nipped the tips as he had done mine. I softly nipped his pecs as I went for his other nipple and when I bit it, I raised my head, pulling the nipple upward, then released it and it snapped back in place. He grunted.

I spread my knees so that my cock just grazed his tight stomach muscles. As I moved my hips, my cock traced wet pre cum in circles over his lower abdomen and into his pubic hair. Ken moaned his pleasure, and I bent forward and down to kiss his full lips. Our tongues met as we dueled and played until he lifted his head and sucked my tongue into his mouth. His arms reached up and around my back. He forced my body down onto his and then he rolled me onto my back and was on top of me.

"I so want tah fuck you silly. I want my cock up your hot chute so far that you'll taste it with your tongue. I want to make you shoot cum all over our chests and abs, not once, but thousands of times. I just can't get enough of your sexy body. I see you walking and I think of those nights my cock was nestled between your sweet ass cheeks and the times you had your hot cock deep up my ass. I want your hot throbbing member deep down my throat and sending your love juice down my gullet. I love you so much it hurts. My cock swells up until I think it is going to explode. I know you can feel it between us, pulsing with each heart beat." He stopped talking, letting me digest the meaning of his words. He looked down at me, searching my face for any indication that I wanted him as he wanted me.

"Ken, I know this is not the time to discuss it, but are you confusing lust with love? Look, I'm so hot and turned on that I want it as much as you do. So stud, put that hard prick of yours up my chute and let's see if you're stud enough to fuck me silly." I raised my head and kissed the cute tip of his nose. He broke out in a grin and lifted his torso off mine. He lowered his hips and his hard cock rode up and down my ass crack. Then he knelt up and moved up so that his cock was suspended over my mouth. He held the base of his cock in his hand and made it slap down on my mouth and nose.

"Here, wet my prick up nice and gooey." He bent forward so his hips were over my head and his cock half in my open mouth. As I slurped on his long hard pleasure rod, he reached for something in his pack. He moved back and I saw he had the tube of lubricant in his hand. He scooted down so that his knees were below mine.

I felt the coolness of the lubricant on my anus. He thrust his thumb inward, his fingers clutching my balls and fondling them. He was biting the cheeks of my ass, pressing his teeth into the flesh as he continued pleasuring me with his thumb in my anal cavity. My legs were pushed back over my chest and my ankles up in the air. He squeezed more lubricant on his fingertips and applied them to my pink pucker and pressed them in. My sphincter spread to accommodate them. He slowly slid them in and out. I was gasping and started pleading with him to stuff my ass with his pleasure pole. He kept up the fingers sliding in and out. I couldn't stand it; I wanted his cock up there filling me with those tremendous tingles. I finally shouted, "Fuck me, dammit, stuff your prong up there, fill me up, oh shit, fuck me!"

He was grinning, and he said in a Texas drawl, "Well, pardner, ifin you really wants it that bad, I'll try to accommodate yah!" He withdrew his slick fingers and offered them to me. I shook my head, so he wiped them on my face cheeks and drew them over my lips. Bending forward between my spread legs he placed his hands up under my arms and came down with his lips to lick and kiss me. At the same time his hard swollen massive glans head met, spread, and entered my asshole. His shaft slid in up to his pubic hair. He softly mumbled, "I'm all yours babe, all nine inches of man meat is up inside your soft warm canal and it feels wonderful."

His head was next to mine, his teeth gripping my shoulder muscle as his hips raised back and his cock slid slowly out of my rectum. I moaned my displeasure and he thrust back in hard. Then that wonderful slow sexy withdrawal and the equally sensitive thrust inward. His hips moved around with each thrust as he searched for that hard nut that would send me into ecstasy. He hit it and I moaned loudly and grunted with the sensation it sent through me. I clenched my ass muscles, making my sphincter grip his swollen pleasure rod. He moaned his delight in return. His thrusts speeded up and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, running down his nose, to drop onto my chest. His breathing, as well as mine, was quicker, in short gasps. My hips were meeting his hard thrusting until he froze, his cock thrust as deep as he could get it into me. His arms fully extended, his torso raised off mine and I felt the first hot spurts within my rectum. With each spurt, he tried to thrust deeper. I looked up. His head was hanging down between his shoulders, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and he was gasping for breath as he came down off his climax. He roused and seeing my worshipful gaze, he smiled and lowered his sweaty chest to mine and our lips met and his tongue swept my lips. It sent tingles through me and I turned my head to stop the sensational tingles. It was just too much.

"Man, if that doesn't tell you I love you, I don't know what else I can do!" Ken collapsed along side me on his back, one arm flung over his head, the other caressing his sweat covered chest and nipples. I rose up on one elbow and with my hand, joined his in rubbing the wetness all over his chest and swelling six pack of stomach muscles. He was still breathing deeply. His penis was deflated and lying on his inner thigh on top of his egg sized ball sack. My hand slid down and I caressed his balls softly, my thumb pressed on his soft cock. His cock jerked. Softly he spoke to me, "Lover, it's still very sensitive and though I love what you're doing, I have to beg you to stop."

"Mmmmm, maybe we could do a 69 and mutually suck each other. I haven't shot my wad yet and my balls are yelling for satisfaction." He grinned and watched as I turned my body and went down on his semi hard cock. His arm reached round and pulled my pubic area to his face, his mouth slurping in my swollen manhood. It felt wonderful as his tongue swirled round it and flicked that place where foreskin meets glans head. He sucked me hard down to his throat, and I pushed forward and he swallowed me and his throat muscle squeezed my shaft. I forgot about his cock and was concentrating on the wonderful sensations he was creating on my hard prick as it slide in and out of his firm lips. I was dangerously close to spilling my seed down his gullet, when he stopped sucking and sat up.

He looked down at me, "Lover you do deserve more than a blowjob. I got a way that you will just love. All you have to do is lay there and let me bring you off."

He straddled my thighs and sat just below my waist. He reached behind himself and grasped my throbbing member of passion, and I thrilled to the feeling of my glans head slide up and down his hairy ass crack, then felt it spread his anus wide and with a downward thrust I entered his rectum. I felt the soft warm tissues caress my shaft, and slide over the swollen glans head.

He seated himself on my hips, fully encasing my love pole. In a squat position, he lifted and lowered his buttocks on my cock. As we both adjusted to his rhythm, he leaned forward so his body was suspended on the balls of his feet and his hands. His ass and hips were bouncing on my rod, and I felt his ass muscles grip and drag on the sensitive shaft. I was quickly approaching the no return point. My hips rose to meet his ass and I screamed out my orgasm. Ken sat with my cock fully encased in his hot slick orifice. I knew he could feel the quivers and swelling of my cock inside him just as I had felt his spurts of cum inside me. He waited till I calmed down.

"Do I take your silence as a vote of confidence that you liked it?" He stood up, my cock pulled out of his slick opening with a plop sound and fell to my thigh, limp. My smile was from ear to ear. "Yes, buddy you can do that any time you want to...mmmm...so good. Come down here and give me a kiss." I reached my arms up to him. He dropped to his knees and crouched next to me. I felt him open the bedroll and he coaxed me inside, climbing in behind me. I lifted my head and he slid his muscular arm under me. I kissed his soft bicep and snuggled back into his warm body. I was content. Let tomorrow take care of itself, I loved this man and I had him in my sack. Right then, that was all that mattered. I fell asleep with his warm soft breath on the back of my head. All was right with the world.

We awoke in the same position we had fallen to sleep in. Ken woke with a start, waking me. We both laid there, him thrusting his swollen cock in my ass cheeks and me clenching at it. We listened as the crews moved around the campsite, getting the cooking fires started and preparing breakfast. I heard our advisor announce that we were to be at the corral at 9:00 for instructions. I moaned, not wanting to leave the warm bedroll. Ken moaned because he wanted at my ass some more, and his hand was stroking me into one hard boner. I rolled to face him. He gave me a peck on my nose with his soft full lips and I returned the favor, licking his lips as well.

"Oh, well, duty calls. We will have to take up on this tonight. I don't know about you but I've got to see a man about a trough." Ken flipped back the cover and moved out of the bag. I glanced at that magnificent rod that gave so much pleasure. It was rock hard, fully extended out from his crotch and even had a few blue veins encircle the shaft. I reached for it, but he slapped my hand away. "Nah, you don't. You got to wait till tonight!" He slipped on his socks and boots, grabbed for his shorts and left the tent in a hurry.

I heard some of the crew whistle at him and yell out taunts. I smiled to myself as I thought about how comfortable all the teens were with this display of naked manhood. I, too, was becoming more desensitized. I had less shame attached to what had been happening.

I got out of the sack, tidied up the tent, pack away my clothes and made for the latrine to relieve the pressure in my bladder. I joined Ken and our advisor at the cook ramada. Carl was a cook today. He greeted me with a devilish grin and asked, "How was it? Brian and me had a swell time of it!"

I gave him a knowing smile back and said, "Mmmm, alright!" At that point Ken choked on his coffee, Carl snorted and walked away laughing. Yes, the imps were well pleased with themselves. I was later to learn that they had squatted outside our tent, after their session in the showers, and heard the whole production as it happened. They even bragged that they got off another time just listening to us. Embarrassed, you bet! Angry, no! In fact I joined in the mirth and laughter. I guess I was finally coming to grips with my sexuality and what had been occurring during the trip. Ken was more familiar and touchy feely around me. I no longer shrugged off his warm hugs and arms over my shoulder. I no longer felt I needed to hide my feelings for him, or any of the crew.

Carl had a talent for making pancakes. He had a secret way of making the batter and he would carefully spoon the batter onto a hot dutch oven lid and it would brown beautifully on both sides. Andy challenged him to make dollar size pancakes. He took it up and made four of the roundest pancakes I'd ever seen. The crew cleaned up the breakfast mess and we all gathered in front of the tents and waited for Chas' crew to finish up. Ken and our advisor checked the campsite, making sure things were secure. Then as a group we all shuffled off to the corral and a day of horseback riding.

Tim, the rangy wrangler of horses at Ponil had just given a demonstration of how to saddle up a horse. During the demo, a large black stallion in a small corral next to the one Tim used for his demo, snorted, whinnied and pawed the dirt. Tim took time to warn us all to stay out of that corral, the Stallion was dangerous and he had busted a few ranch hands ribs. Tim showed us the bruise on his arm from where the stallion had nipped him.

After the demo, the crew went into a corral full of mares and geldings to pick one to ride. Little Peter had hung back, and I noticed he kept looking at the Stallion. As I walked to join the rest, Peter joined me. "I know I can ride that Stallion, I just know it!"

"Pete, you stay clear of that animal. You heard Tim, that stallion is dangerous. You join the rest of the crew and pick yourself out a mare you can handle." Having said that, I walked over to the stallions corral and looked through the bars. He was magnificent, about 18 hands tall at the shoulders. His coat was mottled and dusty, but I could see he was a beautiful animal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a naked body sitting on the top rail. The stallion saw him too. It was Little Peter, sitting on the top rail facing the stallion, his knees spread wide and his little pecker hanging between.

Knowing not to shout or act alarmed, I moved closer to where Peter sat. The stallion had slowly made his way to where Peter sat. It was eyeing Peter and my heart came to a dead stop and I watched the stallion nose Peter's genital area. The stallions head bobbed up a down, Peter's head went back and I thought for sure the stallion had taken the boys cock and balls in one bite.

I quietly watched as the stallion took a step backward and Peter slipped to the ground facing the stallion. The stallion's head moved down and its forehead pushed against the small boys chest. It snorted. Peter reached slowly for the stallion's head; he rubbed the neck, slowly raising his hand to the animal's ear, and was scratching it. His other arm had gone round the other side of the animal's neck and he was hugging the stallion's neck. He was blowing into the animal's nostrils, and rubbing and patting the animal's head and neck. The stallion's tail was flicking nervously.

Peter let the animal loose, and slowly walked over to the tack house, with the huge animal slowly walking behind him. While Peter entered the tack room the stallion waited outside.

Pete came out holding a bit and bridle in one hand and a fist full of oats in the other. He offered the hand of oats out in his open palm. The stallion approached and started nibbling the oats. Peter giggled and I heard him tell the stallion that it tickled. He then offered the stallion the hand holding the bit; the stallion snuffled it trying to get the oats and Pete fed the bit into the stallion's mouth.

The stallion mouthed the bit and it seated itself as Pete moved the bridle up and over the horse head. The reins hung down. The stallion kept mouthing the bit. Peter softly talked to it, "That's it fella, taste the metal, get your tongue around it. Feel good? Yeah, bet it's been a long time."

Peter took up the reins and moved to the left side of the animal. He reached up and grabbed a handful of mane, and sprang up onto its back. There was my naked young god, astride the black stallion who stood patiently.

"Wull, I be damned. Craziest thing I ever seed!" It was the wrangler, Tim, who had stood behind me and watched quietly as I had. "Ifen I hadn't seen it with my own eye, I'd wouldn't believed it!"

Pete lightly tapped his booted foot to the stallion's withers and the horse moved forward to walk in a circle around the corral. Pete bent forward and slapped the horse neck and told it how beautiful it was, how good it was. He lightly pulled back on the reins and the stallion stopped dead. Pete slipped to the ground, still holding the reins in his hand. He walked over to the tack room and letting the reins hang, went inside.

He came out with a saddle blanket and showed it to the stallion. Delicately the stallion bit a corner and started shaking the blanket, and then tossed it onto the corral railing. Tim was shaking his head in disbelief. Peter again came out, holding a brush in one hand, a curling comb in the other. He proceeded to brush the stallion down till its coat shown in the sun. He then reentered the tack room and returned with a western saddle cradled over one arm and held secure by its saddle horn. The stallion sniffed it and bobbed his head up and down. "Good boy, you want to exercise your legs don't you? Let me get that blanket on you, and we will see how this saddle fits."

Peter rubbed his hand over the blankets surface, checking for any burrs, or items that would chaff the horses back. Satisfied, he threw the blanket over the stallions back and smoothed it out. Then Peter stooped to pick up the saddle. The stallion stuck his nose under Peters little white butt and boosted him forward. Peter caught his balance and turned with a "Hey! That's not nice!"

And I swear, the stallion's head bobbed up and down and shook side to side just as if it was laughing at Pete giving a high pitched whinny. I noticed the mares had lined up along the corral fence and were watching. So were all the teenagers.

Pete tossed the saddle up onto the stallions back. It stood still. Tim gave out with several expletives as he watched. Pete fastened the cinch, lowered the stirrups and check that the saddle was tightly hugging the animals back. I don't understand how Pete knew what saddle to use, but it fit the stallion like it was made for it. Pete lifted a foot to the stirrup and hoisted his lithe body up into the saddle. He squirmed a little into the saddle, and, to the amazement of all who watched, the stallion's head rose up and back, its tail stood high, just like those show horses.

Pete clucked and flipped the reins, and the stallion lifted his legs in a Tennessee Walker style. It was beauty in motion as Pete worked the animal inside the small corral. By this time, everyone was hanging on the corral rails watching the show.

Pete directed the animal over to where Tim stood with his mouth agape in total awe of what he was watching. "Tim, it looks like this dangerous stallion of yours has had some training as a walker. You should have noticed the scars around his hocks from the training chains they use." He leaned his naked body forward over the saddle horn, just like a seasoned cowboy would.

"Tim would you open the gate so I can give this animal a run. He really wants to work off some steam. You've kept him cooped up in this small corral and he just got to stretch his legs and work out all that straw you been feeding him." Pete directed the stallion over to the gate and waited as some of the boys unlocked and opened it. The stallion walked proudly out, shifting its weight from one hoof to the other in a stilted gait. Just beautiful to watch.

After Peter and the stallion cleared the gate, they broke into a canter, then into a gallop and were out of sight in a matter of minutes. I noticed that Tim had gone to his saddled mare, and was taking off after them.

Ken was shaking his head, and then turned to me and told me, "We'd best get those mares and gelding saddled and ready before Tim and Peter get back. Man, can you believe that little shit. Riding stark naked yet! I'll bet his thighs will be raw tonight!"

As the teenagers gathered the animals and saddled them, Ken, Mr. Glass, and I supervised and checked and made sure the saddles were cinched properly and each boy had the stirrups adjusted for his legs. Both Ken and I had chosen gelding, beautiful chestnuts, heavy in the chest and shoulders.

"Where the hell did you learn about horses?" asked Ken as he saddled his.

"Well, us city boys do ride you know. Both Peter and I took lessons at Mrs. Parkers Riding Academy in Rocky River. We even have ridden in a cavalcade. I am surprised at Peter's audacity. I'll have to caution him about his foolhardiness. If he had been wrong, or the animal ornery, we would have had serious trouble. Actually, he was damn foolish! And I thought he'd lost his gonads when that stallion went up and nuzzled his little pecker."

"Larry, I guess you didn't notice, Pete's little pecker just isn't so little anymore. That boy has a sizeable cock on him and I noticed he's got some hair above it too!" Ken hoisted himself into the saddle and was looking down at me. Of course, he had that certain grin on his face.

"You would notice his pecker! Jeez the kid conquered a stallion and you notice the size of his cock. I don't believe you, your mind is always on sex!" I turned, grabbed the saddle horn, put my foot in the stirrup and hoisted my butt into the saddle. The horse shifted under me and regained his balance. I looked over at Ken, he was grinning ear to ear.

At that moment, Tim and Pete arrived back at the corral. Tim was beaming and exclaiming how he didn't believe what he saw. Wanted to know if we would consider leaving Little Pete with him for the rest of the summer. "Why that kid, jumped an arroyo like it wasn't there. Those two left me in the dust and come back for me later. Kids a trueborn cowboy, made that stallion toe the mark. Just amazing!"

After Tim calmed down, he instructed us to follow his lead, stay in a single line, the horses would follow each other. He had Ken and I and our advisor bring up the rear of the line. We had packed our saddlebags with sandwiches, fruit, and containers of bug juice. It was a grand tour of the area, and at the end of the tour, as we neared Ponil, Tim gave out a war whoop and spurred his horse into a full out gallop. All the horses burst out in full gallop behind him in a race to the corral. Teenagers were bouncing all over their saddles; it was a very humorous sight to see.

Back at the corral, Tim instructed the teens in the proper care of a horse after a ride. He supervised the removal of saddles and saddle blankets. Showed the boys how to put on feedbags, and while the horse munched, he showed them how to brush them down and check out the hooves for stones. He thanked the crews for their patience and attention to detail. He explained that not many groups had done as well as we did. He was glad to have us and that we should come by anytime.

It was the end of quite a busy day. Carl came over to me and asked if he should put a couple of logs under the boiler at the shower shack. So, we both headed down there and split some logs, rekindled the fire and put the protection grate over the fire pit. As we walked back up to the campsite, Carl put his arm around my waist and told me how great a crew leader I was, and that he was happy I had come to terms with Ken. He told me how great a trip this was and he enjoyed all of it and would miss the comradeship of all the guys he met.

As we returned to the campsite, I expressed my gratitude for Carl's leadership and how he had grown during the trip. I told him that I would really like continuing our friendship via letters after the end of the trek. He said, he would like that and went to get paper to write down his address and phone number.

Wayne called me over to his tent. He stood, as usual, making a show of packing tobacco into his pipe. "Larry, today is Carl's sixteenth birthday and we ought to make something special for him tonight. Got any ideas?"

"Yes, I do. The ranger mentioned that he had some cake mixes if we wanted to try our hand making one in a dutch oven. Maybe Ken and I can make something up for tonight. I'll go see what Ken thinks we can do. I had no idea Carl's birthday was today, thanks for tipping me off. See you in a little while." I strode off to look for Ken.

Well, Ken and I went to the ranger and explained what we wanted to do. He suggested that we make the cake in his oven, and he was sure there was an icing mix we could use. We could leave it with him, and then tonight at the campfire, he would bring it as a surprise for Carl. We prepared, baked and iced the cake and just made it back to camp in time for supper. While Ken and I had been missing, Carl had taken over supervising the preparation of supper.

After dinner, the guys assembled at the campfire circle and just sat talking with each other. Eventually, someone built a fire in the fire pit and as darkness settled over the camp, we began discussing our activities for tomorrow. Some wanted to go to the archeological dig, while others wanted to finish up their horsemanship merit badge requirements at the corral, a few wanted to visit the Indian writings site. As we were finalizing out game plan, the Ranger appeared and asked someone to help him with what he was carrying. Of course, ever ready Carl, leaped forward to help.

"The Ranger laughed and said, "I think this is for you anyway. Happy Birthday!" and handed one cake to Carl, and a second cake to me, explaining that one would not have been enough for this gang.

Much to my surprise, the guys had rounded up some simple gifts to give Carl. I guess Wayne had been busy spreading the news. Carl was really surprised and for once was tongue tied as to what to say. He sat the cake on a table and then turned with watery eyes to thank all of them for the surprise and how much he appreciated it...especially the cake! After things died down and the campfire was burning low and only crumbs were left of the cakes, Brian told Carl that his gift for him was in the tent. Brian and Carl headed for their tent and shortly after we hear war whoop. Only God knows what Brian gave Carl, but I have a good idea of what it was as I looked around at my happy campers who had wide grins on their faces, even Wayne was smiling.

It was time to sack out, so everyone lined up around the glowing coals of the campfire and pulling out their pricks, started urinating on the coals. The pungent steam rose and the coals died. Someone took a stick and stirred the coals, and then the target practice started with the remaining embers the target. The teens drifted off in tent pairs and quiet settled over our camp. The moon was rising full and it gave a soft light to our surroundings. Ken put an arm around my waist and pulled me close and we walked that way to our tent. I climbed into the tent first, and he followed.

Our second evening at Ponil. As Ken removed his t-shirt I smelled his rank musk. "Do you think we need to shower? Carl and I built a fire under the boiler earlier tonight. There might be enough hot water left. Want to try for it?"

Ken was grinning, "Anything to get you naked, Babe. Let's grab our towels and go for it!" He stripped off the remaining clothes and was on his hands and knees waiting for me to take off my shorts. Gad, but he was a hunk. My eyes were drawn to his meaty deltoids, down his defined triceps and strong forearms. His thighs were equally impressive and I thought how lucky I was to have him as a tent mate. As he rose up on his knees, I was given a good look at his squared pecs and defined abdominals and my gaze went to his magnificent full cock hanging comfortably over a huge ball sack

He was watching me look at his body. He smiled and his right hand went to his chest and rubbed his nipple. "You want this don't you? You want to lick and suck on it don't you?" He pinched it and made it hard, and then his hand slid down and my eyes followed. I noticed my breathing was quicker and I was feeling warmer all over.

"Yeah, you know me so well. I was just admiring your trim body, it's the artist in me I just can't resist a smooth line! Come on, let's go shower before you soak your bedroll with all the pre cum your starting to leak from the thing you call a cock!" Oh, I was so bold. I just knew he was going to kick my ass later for that statement.

We strode out of the tent completely naked. I felt the cool evening air stir the hairs on my body and that felt good. Some of my teen crewmembers were coming back up from the shower shack, softly talking to one another about tomorrow's activities. They greeted Ken and I and nothing was said about our nakedness, or Ken's manhood jutting out in front of his body. Several boys just snickered and laughed as they went past us.

Ken turned to me and asked, "Do you remember what you were like at 13 or 14 years of age? I remember I was confused a lot with what was happening to my body. Shit, I had a constant hard on and no amount of rubbing would make it go down. I had to find some place private, like the john, and beat it off till I shot cum. Man, I thought I'd never learn to control that thing!"

"Well Ken, it was just three years ago, of course I know how it was. We used to find some excuse in school to walk up to the teacher's desk and ask for help. And as she'd bend forward we'd get a good gander at her boobs. Then we'd sit for the rest of the class with a major hard-on begging for relief. Talk about being confused a lot. Some of my classmates were sexually advanced and it was from them I learned about masturbation." I followed along behind him as we approached the showers.

"You mean you didn't beat your meat until you were thirteen? Jeeze, didn't you have any wet dreams before that?" He turned and looked at me as he hung his towel on a peg in the wall.

"Well yeah, but I didn't know what was happening. My mother just said I'd had an accident of nature and not to worry about it. She'd grab up the sheets and change my bed. I didn't think any more about it. I was afraid I was pissing in my sleep, but I did wonder why it wasn't a yellow stain. That was a big deal back then, you just didn't want to get known for wetting your bed at night.

"You mean your old man didn't talk to you about it?" Ken was flabbergasted.

"Well no, he'd come home from work, eat, and fall asleep in the arm chair watching television. We'd be in bed and asleep, before he went to bed. On weekends, I was out earning spending money cutting grass and trimming shrubs. I was pretty much a loner and didn't have that many friends in my neighborhood. The guys all thought I was the bookie artistic type, so was never asked to play ball. Shit I've learned more on this trip from you and Chas, then from my dad."

"So you really are sexually deprived. I thought you were shitting me with all that defensive stuff about not knowing what we guys do to get off. Hey, I'm really glad to be your first partner. Man, you don't really know how much a stud you are." He grabbed my around the waist and pulled me to his wet body and under his shower. He planted a soft, but very warm sensual kiss onto my lips. Instantly my tongue went forward to meet his, and he broke the kiss to lick my lips and nose.

I felt his soapy hands start gliding over my chest, his fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples. I held his butt cheeks in my hands and keep our crotches and cocks pressed together as he leaned away from my chest and worked my nipples. The little tingles went through my chest and down to my balls. He could feel my cock swell with each pinch, and when he felt they had had enough pinching, bent his head forward and his lips surrounded the areola and gave it a hard sucking.

"Oh, shit, that feels so damn good!" I moaned out for him to stop, as it was way sensitive and bordered on pain as his perfect white teeth bit down on the hard nipple. My right knee rose up along the outside of Ken's thick thigh. His lips left my nipple and his tongue slid down my abdominal groove as he sunk to kneel before me.

"I want you to feel good, I want you to remember all the pleasure I am giving you, I want you to remember it was me who was your first lover, the first to take you like this," and his head bent forward and his lips licked at the head of my swollen shaft, his pursed lips kissed it softly, and then he surrounded it with his hot, wet mouth and I felt the inside of his mouth tightly encase my cock as he sucked me into his throat. I watched in awe and amazement as his thick mane of hair pulled back, exposing my wet shaft to the air, then he sucked it back into his mouth, his nose pressed into my pubic hair. His tongue stroked the underside of the shaft. It was indescribable and I was locked in the lust and pleasure of his loving me.

His strong hands gripped and massaged the back of my thigh muscles, he gripped and squeezed my tight buttocks, and flexed the cheeks, and I anticipated the thrust of a hard finger into my anus. He teased and sucked on my foreskin. I leaned back against the wall and allowed him to show me his love, his sex, his domination of my body. My hands gripped his shoulders, pressing down, straining with the pleasure thrills that coursed through my intestines, my stomach muscles were tightening. We both knew it wouldn't be long before I spewed forth my white sperm, my seed, my cum. My cock was swollen very hard, the head rubbed the rough surface of his palate and down into the soft tissue of his throat. His head was moving all around my cock, in every conceivable position to allow him to swallow more of my throbbing dick, to give me more pleasure.

I knew I was yipping and moaning my pleasure, my head was thrown back against the wall, my neck exposed, my chest heaving, my hips thrusting my cock into Ken's eager mouth. I exploded and collapsed over his body, my arms gripping and pressing his head to my body, wanting him to swallow every spurt of my man juice, that thick milky substance we both craved. His finger had penetrated my anus, charged upward past my sphincter and stroked my prostate. I lived on that finger, and my body could have rotated on it as gush after gush of spunk filled Ken's sucking mouth.

My cock gave a final swell and Ken released his suction on my boner. He sat back on his heels and looked up at me, cum running from the edges of his mouth. I was leaning back against the wall, my chest heaving trying to fill my lungs with air. I had never experienced anything like what just happened in my life and probably wouldn't anytime soon. My hands were pressed against the rough walls surface.

Ken slowly rose up and placed a hand under each of my arms and brought his open mouth to mine. His tongue slid into my mouth and as I sucked on it, I realized he had fed me some of my own sperm. His lips formed a seal with mine, his tongue flicked and the slick juice rapidly mixed with my saliva and I swallowed it. He broke the kiss, and slid to the side of my neck, kissed, nipped, and up to my ear. His wet tongue flicked in, then followed the outside and around to my closed eyelids. He placed a soft gentle kiss there. Then he licked down my nose to my lips and lapped them. He sucked on my chin and went back to sucking on my neck. He stopped and pushed back away from me.

There was something there in his eyes. It was wetness, a glaze, a depth I had not seen before. It was a darkness that bared his soul. His head hung down and he softly uttered, "You are so incredibly hot and I love you so much it hurts in my gut. I don't think I can live without your love. I really can't face our parting." I heard on singular deep sob, and his face rose to me. I saw the tears streaming down his cheeks.

My hands went for his head; I pulled him close and licked up the salty tears on his cheeks. "I'm fighting it too. I don't know what I'll do when I get back home next week. You'll be a big void in my life and I know there will be no one there to fill it. Ken, I have to be stoic. I have to go on with my life. I certainly didn't want you to fall in love with me, if that is what it is. There is no way we can be together after Saturday. I leave and you'll be here to finish up the season. I feel like a heel having to leave, but that is the responsibility I chose coming here." My frustration took the shape of tears forming and I started sobbing with Ken. We stood there, two naked bodies, locked in tight embrace, crying and sobbing with our frustration of the future we both faced.

The water turned cold, and we broke apart. I turned off the shower and we both walked to the entrance without a word. We towel dry, and dried each other. We were both lost in our own thoughts. I slipped my arm around Ken's waist, and he did the same to me as we quietly walked back to our tent. We smiled at each other as we passed the tents and heard them talking is soft hushed tones, or the soft utterances of pleasure being taken and given. It was something we had all entered into, and had not the slightest idea of what we faced in the future.

Upon reaching the tent, for the first time in a long time, Ken entered first. He slid into my sleeping bag and motioned for me to join him. "Just let's cuddle together, tonight." And that's all we did. Ken behind me, his masculine body pressed to mine, my head on his meaty bicep and his hand at my waist, his lips nuzzling my neck and ears. We gently fell into a deep slumber.

It was quiet the next morning. I thought to myself that a lot of goodbyes had started and were being shared by us all. We were all aware that this was our last two days at the ranch. I knew it was going to be easier on my crew as they would travel back to Cleveland together. With Ken and me it was a clean cold break. All we would have would be letters and maybe some phone calls. I was determined not to let the foul mood pervade these last few days.

I gently woke Ken, and we made the morning dash to the latrine to relieve our swollen bladders and our morning woodies. I went down the line of tents, waking the boys and telling them to get up. "Hey, babe, that's my job!" a grinning Ken yelled to me.

A quick breakfast, clean up, and then the teens broke into groups. Those who were interested in archeology went to the digs. Some had even brought their own digging tools - a soft paintbrush, a small trowel, and sculpting spoons. The two archeologist were really please at that and put the boys to work in the pit. The rest of us went to the demo pit and were shown what to look for and what an artifact looked like. We were shown how to carefully pick away at the soil. Not too interesting to the majority of the guys. After an hour of this dry session, I suggested, that those who would like to could go to the Indian writings and see what that looked like.

Other boys went to the corral and had the wrangler, Tim, signed them off on Horsemanship. They stayed and helped Tim brush down the mares, geldings, and Peter groomed the stallion. Tim was pissed at that, as he had tried to get close to that animal after we had left and was rewarded with a quick nip on his arm. So he was real interested to see how Peter handled the huge beautiful beast. The boys brought back the story of how Peter had the stallion strutting his stuff and put on quite a show. I wished I had been there to see it.

Four of my crew when out early to study the bird life in the area and to record their sightings. I spotted their bare bodies lying on a grassy slope later in the day. It appeared they had chosen to rest up after last evening activities. Well, they could do that as that was what the trip was about, finding yourself in a relaxed atmosphere.

Did I find myself, was I developing along with my sixteen growing teenagers. Wayne seemed to think so. I still had to face the parting of Ken and I on Saturday. That was going to be one tough parting, was I up to it? Ken and I had exchanged our mail addresses and phone numbers. We had promised to write each other, and when Ken went back to St. Louis we would phone each other. I was supposing we had already said our goodbyes. Ken had other ideas.

On our last night I returned to our tent to find Ken already inside, stripped to his naked adorable body and waiting for me. He helped me undress. Yeah, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and jerked my boots off and pulled down my shorts. He grinned at me, "Yeah, that's the way I like my man, bare ass and waiting!" Real romantic like! He leaped toward me and wrestled me down onto our joined sleeping bags. Hmmm. That was new, he had joined our two bags together.

His kisses and caresses soon distracted me and I started returning his ardor and lust took over quickly enough. He had us both sporting boners in no time at all. His hand stroked my foreskin up and down, and I grasped his swollen cock and stroked it in return as we locked together in a kiss, me on top of him. His arms and legs wrapped around my body. I raised my head up and asked, "This is different, I'm on top!" His grin lit up the tent and spread from ear to ear.

He huskily told me, "Tonight is your night, it's all about you tonight. I want you to dominate me; I want your hard cock up my ass and prodding my guts and filling me with your fluids. I want this last night to be special, just for you to remember our times together in the wilderness. I want you to do to me whatever you want to do, I am your sexual slave tonight." He proceeded to kiss, and lick at my body, urging me to become aroused and lustful. His hands clutched and squeezed, and stroked, and fingertips traced tingles against my skin. Oh, I knew he was up to something.

I was really getting turned on and all I wanted to do was plant my pole deep in his hole. He must have read my thoughts as he lay under me, raised his legs so that his knees were near his ears and his thighs pressed against his chest. His buttocks were stretched open before me. He handed me the well-used tube of lubricant. I lubed up my swollen prick, my hand gliding over he veins that swelled under the skin, caressed my swollen glans. I reached forward and place a dollop of lube right on Ken's tight pucker and pushed my digit inward. It slid inward to the second knuckle and I hooked it to feel his sphincter grip it. I wiggled around to find that hard surface of his prostate and stroked it. He moaned softly and a drop of pre cum appeared at his piss slip. My hand reached out and my thumb rubbed it over his glans head, and his cock swelled to fullness.

I moved forward on my knees, till my glans met his pucker and I watched as the flesh spread around and enveloped my glans, his ass muscle closing around the corona capturing my glans inside him. I pushed forward and watched my glistening shaft slide into the soft flesh of his anus. He grabbed my arms and pulled me to him as my cock slide fully within his rectum. I keened as I felt the warm soft inner flesh caress and close tightly around my shaft. I was fully seated, my pubic hair and spread thighs tight to his buttocks. I looked down at him. His face was relaxed, his eyes closed, his lips parted and I could see his tongue swipe his inner lips.

His eyes flicked open and he saw me staring at him. "Oh babe, I do hope it feels as good to you as it feels to me. You fill me so fully. Come on now, fuck me and fuck me hard. I want to hear your hips slap my ass. Mmmmm. This feels so good, so right, so nice!" His eyes closed again and his tongue was licking right to left on his lips. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth and thrust his hips up at me.

I decided to make his suffer, make this last, to make my memories of Ken quite clear in my mind. I very slowly eased by hard shaft out of his guts. I stopped at every inch to tease him and make him anticipate the withdrawal and the coming thrust. I saw that he was breathing much quicker and he was trying to hump his hips onto my shaft. His hands reached for my butt cheeks, trying to pull me into him. I gave him what he wanted, my shaft slid smoothly and slowly into him, and I quickly pulled back, then plunged once more fully into his anal crevice. He was urging me to be quicker, to be harder, to thrust deeper. My pace quickened and the steady slap, slap, slap of my thighs on his butt cheeks filled the tent. I felt one of his hands on my chest, his fingers sought a nipple and he pulled on the soft flesh, pinching the nipple as it snapped back. It was what I needed to send me into orgasm after the long punishment of his asshole. I thrust hard and deep and my warm creamy seed spewed forth to fill his rectum. I felt each hot spurt as it filled in around my cock. We both sighed our pleasure of that feeling.

His legs which had come to grip my waist, now relaxed and dropped down. I saw the large splotches of his release splashed on his chest and chin. I fell to all fours over his spent body and lowered my head so that my lips and tongue could slurp up his seed. The still warm creamy fluid had a sweet, yet salty tang to it. He chuckled. "Way to go stud! You really blew a load on that one, me too. Does it taste like your own? Do you like it?"

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me onto his cum covered chest. His head tilted and we joined in one of those memorable kisses that last forever. We were moaning into each other's mouth.

I felt a warm hand caress my back and butt cheeks. It was spreading the drops of perspiration around my back. I felt Ken's hands gripping my waist. I tried moving away to see where these extra hands were coming from. Ken prevented me, as did the hands on my back from moving. Someone straddled our legs and was leaning into me. A long hard, yet soft skinned rod slid past my ball sack between my legs. I felt firm thighs press the back of mine and arms reach round, hands seeking my chest and nipples.

I raised my head, breaking off our kiss, and a swollen cock head thrust under my nose and slapped from side to side. I glanced to see that it was Carl with his knees pressed tight against Ken's shoulders. He was offering me his cock to suck. I felt the laugh swell in Ken's chest, as he softly told me to take it. It was a love gift to me from someone who adored me. Carl's hand on the back of my head urged me forward. I opened my mouth to speak, and Carl smoothly slid his cock back in to my tonsils. His testicles bounced off my chin and he started to fuck my mouth with his amazingly thick cock.

I felt a warm wet tongue lap at my ass cheeks, licking inward till it pressed tightly to my pucker. I started to struggle, to break away, but Kens grip on me and the hands pulling down on my hips prevented me from breaking loose. Ken quietly cooed into my ear, "Relax, babe, its all good, enjoy the love others are giving to you. Stop struggling. They are showing their love for you, that's what you wanted, now accept it.

I stopped struggling. His words hit me like a slap on the face. Carl, and I suspected his cohort Brain, were showing me their love, it was more like their sexual exuberance. I now knew why the two sleeping bags had been zipped together. Ken had planned an orgy for this last night. The night I thought we would just share together and make our goodbyes.

At that point I felt lubricant and two fingers press into and past my anus. The feeling was so good; I caved in and totally relaxed and let what was to happen, happen. Ken felt me relax and his hands started rubbing my sides. The fingers up my ass were sliding slickly in and out, occasionally brushing my hard nut and sending quivers through me. The fingers withdrew and I felt the soft head of someone's cock push inward. I just couldn't picture Brian being so brazen as to fuck his mentor. Beside, the size of this cock was spreading my ass ring really wide. Then I heard what I didn't think I wanted to hear.

"Yeah, ole Chas going to get him a piece of this tight ass and show it his love. I've wanted this since I first saw it in the showers. Thanks for setting this up Ken. I'll keep it used and warm for you all the way back to Cleveland." His cock plunged deep and his hips connected with force.

"Gently, Chas, shit! I felt that down under here. He almost gave me a hernia, his cock shoved so deep into my belly." It did sound as if Ken cared, and Chas did withdraw from my ass and then slowly slip inward once again. My legs were spread wide and Ken held his over mine. Carl was offering his fat challaber to my mouth once more forcing me to accept his offering of love. Chas and Carl continued to force their attention into my willing body, while Ken caressed my body and distracted me with his soft pleading tones. The two got their thrusting coordinated and my cock rubbed Ken's hard abs and I moaned at the sensations that took over my mind and body. Each time I moaned, it caused Carl to shudder and then I'd clench my ass muscle tight on Chas's thrusting manhood. They both came into me with their love juice at the same time I creamed Ken's abdominals to mix with his cold cum.

Carl pulled his spent cock from my mouth, and I shuddered at the feeling of Chas pulling his still fully inflated prick from my ass. Carl swiped at the tendril of cum that stretched from my mouth to his dick. Ken raised his head to lick my chin free of the overflow of Carl's large deposit.

Ken released his death grip on me and I rolled off him and lay on my back at his side. Chas cuddled up behind me, as Carl snuggled up behind Ken. They were all smiling. "Did you enjoy our gift of love?" asked Carl. "Yeah, bet you enjoyed my big dick up your ass, didn't you?" mumbled Chas. "You did enjoy the attention, didn't you?" Ken carefully asked me.

"If you call being choked by an oversized sausage, and being rammed in the ass by a hard pole while being griped by a self centered bastard ...love, then you guys are really sick! I looked at Ken, "I thought we were going to share something together tonight, but I find you had other ideas. Where the hell is Brian, Carl? What did you do to him?" It dawned on them at the same time, I was angry, not pleased. Ken looked at me in wonder, "You aren't really seriously angry with what just happened! You can't tell me that you did not enjoy what just happened, you were moaning and writhing in the ultimate pleasure." The other two looked at me, stunned at what I'd said.

"Oh, close your mouths! I'm pissed because you sprung this at me with out any warning. Of course, I enjoyed it. You all looked so satisfied with yourselves, I just couldn't let it pass. By the way, where is Brian?"

Carl spoke up, "Oh, he wanted to come, but we knew you didn't want us, Err, those younger teens involved. He was sitting in the tent, waiting for me to return. If you want I can get him over here."

"No, I think the three of you will be enough tonight. So now that you are sixteen, you don't consider yourself on the same level as your buddies?" I asked looking to Carl for an answer/

"Come on Larry, lay off. I was the one who lined this all up. I thought it would take some of the stress off Saturday's breakup. You know, a final fling to remember when you are alone and need something to jack off too! Chas mentioned how cool it would be to get you to lower your guard and be one of the rest of us. I thought this would do it for all of us." Ken was looking at me closely to see if I really was cool with what happened.

"Well, I told you guys I enjoyed it, it's just that in my mind I have a hard time justifying what went on. I mean, I've never done this stuff before coming here." Both Chas and Carl's mouths dropped open, and a mutual "What!!" filled the tent. They both began talking at once, not believing what I just told them. They hurled question after question at me, which I did not answer until they calmed down. With Ken's help, I told them how I had been raised and how sexually naïve I was before meeting Ken that first night at Carson Maxwell. I explained how Ken had shown and taught me what I didn't know about guys getting it off together. They couldn't believe that I hadn't masturbated a lot before coming to the ranch.

Both Chas and Carl had felt the sexual tensions start just after their eleventh birthdays. The three of them told me the story of their first time at getting off a good one. They bragged at how far the first shots fired had gone. It was a real learning experience for me. I was beginning to see what I had missed growing up so sheltered. Boy was I going to have some stories to tell my younger brother when I got back home. The talk drifted off and we were soon a pile of bodies snuggled together under the sleeping bag. I lay awake for awhile, thinking over what I had been told by these great willing guys and feeling their warm bodies lay against mine. That felt very good, and I knew it would be something missing in my life when I returned home.

I won't write about the break up on Saturday. It is just too painful to retell. This ends the tale of my first awakening to sex at the age of seventeen and how I was dragged into a new awareness about my body and its cravings. I hope you will join me as I return to my senior year at high school and what developed there. It will be called "Swimmer Coach"

I want to thank all you readers who took the time to send me encouragement to finish my story. I really appreciate your doing that for me. I'm thrilled that my tale of growing up brought you some measure of pleasure. I thank Chipster (who is a great author in his own right) for his editing and prodding me to complete this tale. I thank Nifty for allowing it to be shown in their archives.

Ken, if you're out there and reading this, know that I still love you more than a brother. I miss your strong arms enfolding me from behind, your chin on my shoulder and your sweet soft breath caressing my ear as you point out the beauty that lay before us. I miss the warmth of your body as you hug me close and press your full warm lips to mine and force me to accept your love. I really, really miss you, guy!"

Hope you liked the story. The story of what happened to me after I returned home will continue in a new story series called "Swimmer-Coach" soon.

Please send your comments on this story to chipster071053@yahoo.com or to me at Laetuseros@aol.com.