Cowboys and Indians by Chad Riever Chapter 1 (As told by Chad) Growing up on the farm could be lonely sometimes. I had no brothers or sisters, and we lived 6 miles from town. And ever since my 12th birthday, I'd noticed strange, new feelings I had never experianced before. I also felt I was growing apart from my folks and from some of my friends. Lonliness was becoming a common companion. But suddenly, during the summer of my 13th year, the loniness ended. Our house was just a few yards from the road. About a hundred yards behind it was a wide canyon, heavily wooded and cradling the river at it's bottom. A trailer that my family owned was at the foot of that canyon. Last May, a man named Jeff rented the trailer. He attended college in town, but wanted to live in the countryside. He also drove a new Jeep Comanche! I always played in the canyon after school if the weather 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, my only friends, followed. They were twin brothers, who had just turned 12 years old, and were about a year younger than me, and lived about 2 miles away from our house. I ran sort of quickly because Jeff's appearance and greeting had stirred a strange tingling feeling within me, one that I never experianced before. I neither understood the feeling nor knew how to react--so I ran. Therafter, whenever I saw Jeff, I felt really shy and had the same tingling feeling, starting in my stomach and spreading throughout my body. But everytime he saw me, he would wave and say "Hi." Gradually, my shyness began to fade. The tingly feeling persisted, though, and grew stronger within me. Jeff was so friendly, so tall, so strong! When school let out, I started going into the canyon everyday, waiting for Jeff to return home. Chris and Kelly would come over sometimes to play "Cowboys and Indians", but I was finding playing with them becoming less fun than before. I was instead eager to see Jeff, and my stomach filled with "butterflies" sometimes, as I thought about him and how tall and handsome he was, with his black hair shining in the sun. Then the "butterflies" would swarm when Jeff would arrive home and I would run over to his Jeep. We were becoming fast friends, I hoped, and I felt like the luckiest 13-year-old boy in the world! "What do you boys 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 friends seem to like to play in the woods a lot. Well, maybe we could play together sometime, if you'd like." He flashed a big smile, and my heart thumped rapidly. "Gee, that'd be cool!" 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. "See ya Chad," he said back, as I left for home. Over the summer, Mom had let me grow my hair long, and it was almost to my shoulders, although she sometimes made me sit while she trimmed my blonde bangs. But that evening I surprised her by asking her to trim them. "Why Chad, you've never asked for that before! I guess you're beginning to grow into a young man." "I guess so," I said, nonchalantly. I was hoping to play "Cowboys and Indians" with Jeff tommorrow, and I wanted to look my best. After all, a worrior should have neatly-trimmed hair, shouldn't he? The next day was Saturday, so I went down to the canyon right after breakfast, not even waiting for Chris and Kelly, hoping desperately that Jeff would be there and 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 the sound of 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?" "S-sure!" I stammered as I followed him into 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 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, then slipped my backpack off and placed it to one side of the table. We ate hungrily. I watched Jeff eat, smiling at him whenever he looked over at me. The strange feelings that I had been experiancing lately were growing more intense than ever before! The "butterflies" were a hot ache that gripped my whole body! Once finished, Jeff grabbed the plates and glasses, took them into the kitchen and placed them in the sink, and returned immediately. "What do you keep in your backpack?" Jeff asked. "Oh, I thought I would play 'Cowboys and Indians' today, so I brought my Indian stuff." "Do you ussually play an Indian?" "Yea, 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 have 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 old chamois cloths and a rawhide thong that I found out 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, often 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 2 pieces of chamois with a thong strung through so it would cover my front and back. I got the idea from seeing Tarzan movies, but it also looked sort of like what Indians used to wear. "Would you like to play with me today?" I blurted out, a small lump in my throat. The lump quickly vanashed when he 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 into the back of the trailer. I quickly stripped my T-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 even softer than usual against my smooth, hairless skin. I was trembling with anticipation, as I waited for Jeff. Jeff returned 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 begin to 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 3 steps quickly. I broke into a slow run, heading toward the woods. "Follow me!" I called back. Chapter 2 (As told by Jeff) I watched Chad running across the clearing towards the woods. He was running in his homemade Indian outfit. And I had been unable to tear my eyes away from his young 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 loincloth was definitly tented out--he had a hard-on! A couple of 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 beutiful 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 to him sent a rush through my body, and my cock throbbed. He disappeared into the woods, his 2 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 the vision of him 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 underwear--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 gorgeous blonde boy! His asscheeks 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 walking pace into the woods, unable to take my eyes off of 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!" "Bet you 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 and twirled it in the air. Chad backed away a bit and moved to my left. I threw it 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 towards me. He giggled and struggled, pulling against me with all his might. "You'll never take me prisoner!" he exclaimed in excitement while giggling. I pulled harder, tightning the noose around his 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 towards the oak tree in the clearing. His naked back was flawless, tanned boy skin, covered by the lightest, finest blonde boy fuzz I had ever seen. To touch that skin was 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 tree, 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 cincing the rope. "There," I said. "You are my prisoner." I placed my left hand behind his neck, gently cradiling his head away from the bark of the tree. 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 boy's tasty 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 looked him in the eyes. The 13-year-old boy had a trace of a dreamy smile as his eyelids dropped. 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 and 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 young 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 young body shivered! Slowly I moved my hand lower, first exploring his navel, massaging his 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 to 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 and moaned, as I slipped the knot and pulled the loincloth away. I moved my mouth to the hollow of his throat, then quickly down to lick his left nipple. My tongue was eager and demanding, and my teeth softly nibbled at the erected flesh. "Ahhh! Ohhh!" 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 antici- pation of the same treatment from my hot wet mouth. I spared no effort to assure both nipples were equally aroused. Then I began to lick his navel, and my wet tongue invaded his soft fleshy cavern with the tip. "Oh yes!" Chad breathed, "Yes, yes, yes!" I cleasned his navel thoroughly, pushing in, then circling around it, tonguing in wider circles, licking his entire stomach area, nibbling on his soft, smooth flesh. Then I began to lick in narrowing circles, coming again to the center of his frontal valley of tender, hairless skin. I brought my hands down to cup his buttocks, as Chad thrust his saliva-coated 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 erected boy-cock. I took his ivory shaft into my mouth and began tonguing it. His 4 1/2 inch prick 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 blonde 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 his fleshy buttocks harder, kneading his butt, urging him onward! I pressed my face against his lower belly, as I took his cock as far into my mouth as possible. His saliva-drenched stomach sucked inward, as if to let my head merge with his nether regions! My tongue ravished Chad's hard cock. His dick 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. "Please, suck my cock again!" Chad moaned. "Not yet," I said stearnly."You haven't agreed to sign the peace treaty!" I started licking his right thigh, lapping at the smooth hairless flesh, lapping downward, nibbling on his right knee. I then moved over to his left knee, licking it stearnly, them nibbling upward, licking his left thigh upward. Once I reached his hip, I moved back up to his navel, invading it once again, then going straight down to his balls once again. I would not take his cock into my mouth again, instead I sucked those lucious hairless balls, 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 becoming 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! The boy was swept in a realm of erotic delight he had never known. His thrusts quickened. His body quivered as every muscle strained for that ultimate release. "Ohhh, noooo!" 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 cock 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," I responded. With the rope loose, Chad quickly undid my belt, opened my jeans, and eagerly pulled them down. He stopped momentarily, 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 exclaimed, "You're beautiful!" "You're the one who's 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 he put his finger to his tongue, tasting it. "It tastes kinda salty. Mmm, good!" he exclaimed. I could hardly believe what was happening. Chad stuck 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 slit. 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 asscheek. He pulled me toward him, encouraging me to thrust deeper into his mouth. Gingerly, I pushed in several inches. I felt the back of his throat against the head of my cock. Then I withdrew a few inches. I put both hands on Chad's head, and let my fingers wander at will through his blonde hair. "That's good! 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 an 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 breast! 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 experianced 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 eager 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 blonde eyelashes were limp from beads of sweat that ran 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' everyday." "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 aftertaste 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, per chance to sleep. Chapter 3 (As told by Chad) 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 each other completely. Jeff probed my mouth. I opened my lips wider, eager to accept his hot, wet mouth! 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! (As told by Jeff) I slammed the economics book shut. I couldn't get Chad out of my mind! My studies this weekend were getting nowhere. Chad had promised to return tommorrow, 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 everytime that I had seen him. I found myself thinking about his twin friends, imagining them naked, tied up in the clearing with Chad. Frustrated, I glanced at the clock--almost 10:00 P.M. I rose from my desk and headed for 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 bluejeans, sneakers, and a red flannel shirt. I put on a bathrobe (I felt shy, somehow, about the erection that was rising from my loins), and went into the living room. I opended 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 eyelashes. I was drawn to those eyes; they gave him an appealing, vunerable, almose feminine look. If eyes truly are the windows of the soul, his soul had captivated mine! "Have you had breakfast?" I asked. "Nope." "Let me fix us something," I replied. I was eager to take care of Chad, to see that 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. "If you don't mind, I invited Kelly and Chris 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 4 of us," he explained. The look in his eyes--a mixture of eagerness to please and uncertainy about what I might think--was probably the most appealing look he had ever givin me. This blonde beauty 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 emerged 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 me 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!" he responded. "Well, we'll see. Say, get the milk. These are almost ready." While we ate breakfast, I couldn't take my eyes off of Chad except momentarily. His blonde beauty was magnetic! He was at ease with me now, as his naturally good humor and charm shone through, without restraints or hold-backs! Man, 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 the 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 knapsack out (the one he left yesterday with his Indian costume). I pulled the loincloth out, rolling it around in my hand, and brought it to my nose, breathing in deeply the essence of Chad's loins. I was going to go mad! His hand on my shoulder brought me back into "reality". "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 my bedroom before. I had painted it flat black and furnished it optional accoutrements that tickled my fantasies. The 4-post bed was outfitted with red satin ropes that hung from each post. The headboard was covered with black leather, and a variety of leather straps, chains, and other sexual 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 laid face-down on 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 slowly pushed the bottom of his flannel shirt upward, exposing his smooth back. I ran my hands over his back, marveling at the fair, velvet skin that lay at my command. As I carresed 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 waistband of his underwear 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, unfetted with underwear. My hands trembled slightly as they caressed his skin and slowly slid his jeans down his smooth, hairless legs. As he laid on the bed, on his stomach, his wrists and ankles tied with the soft ropes, his shirt pushed up to his neck, his jeans pulled down to his knees, I mused about the missing shorts. I looked closely, running my fingers lightly up and down the backs of his naked thighs. He tensed and moaned as I did so, tightening the muscles in his thighs as my fingers tickled his smooth legs. I began licking his tasty legs, lapping and nibbling at the backs of his thighs. "Ummm," Chad moaned, as I sucked and gently bit the soft skin of his legs, moving downward on one leg, sucking at the back of his knee. I then moved over to the other leg, licking and slurping at the back of the knee. "Ummm, ahhh!" Chad moaned. He was obviously enjoying my oral attention on the backs of his legs. His legs closed from the ropes around his ankles, Chad began to tighten his thigh muscles as my tongue licked the backs of his thighs all over, covering them with my saliva. My tongue began to work upward, making its way toward his naked behind. As I reached Chad's butt, I stopped and admired his smooth, hairless asscheeks. Even the cleft of his ass was entirely devoid of hair. He truely was a smooth boy! The only hair he had was the long, blonde tresses that hung from his head, caressing his shoulders at the nape of his neck. I then began to lick his smooth buttocks, lapping at the soft flesh of his behind cheeks, covering them with saliva. "Oooooooh! Ummmmmmm! Yessssssssss!" Chad moaned loudly, as he clentched his asscheeks tightly closed, and pushing his young cock into the bed, as my tongue worked overtime on his naked buttocks, licking and sucking at his asscheeks. As I continued to lick away at his soft buns, Chad began to push his butt upward, trying to get as much contact wiith my tongue and lips on his buttocks as much as possible. Once his buttocks were completely licked clean, I stood up from the bed and quickly stripped. Then I returned to the bound boy. I cupped his wet asscheeks in my hands, massaging them hard, working my saliva into them, then released them only to slap them gently. The sound of bare palms against bare boy buttocks cracked loudly, breaking the quiet of the bedroom. "Uhhh!" he grunted. Then he ground his cock 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 pink glow on those firm, smooth asscheeks. "Uhhhhhhh," he grunted a little louder. He pushed his cock into the bed even more. I then began to spank Chad's bare buttocks, whacking his butt over and over again. "Uhhhhh! Ooooooh! Sssssssst!" Chad moaned as my hand slapped his asscheeks again and again, making his young buns wiggle slightly as my hand struck his soft, warm flesh. He cletched his teeth and closed his butt tightly as my hand continued to sting his buttocks, but he didn't say to stop. He instead just laid there and willfully took the spanking like a man! I finally slowed down my slaps against his butt, and finally stopped. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Chad moaned, as he began to relax and loosen his buttocks. I then gently rubbed the cheeks of his butt, caressing his smooth behind. Pulling apart his cheeks, I exposed his asshole--inviting in its pink, hairless puckering. I slid my tongue up and down his asscrack, my tongue teasing his anal opening as it passed. I lapped at his asshole, swabbing my tongue around, then going deep into his asshole with my tongue. "Ahhhhhh! Oooooooh! Yesssssssss" Chad moaned, and he pushed his butt back up at my face buried deep within his ass, trying to meet my tongue-thrusts as it slid up his hole deep. "It's time you lost your cherry!" I exclaimed, after pulling out of his ass. Leaning back down, I dropped a fresh glob of spit onto his asshole. Then I pushed my middle finger deep into his asshole. "Owww!" he winched. "It hurts!" Chad strained against the ropes holding him down. "Just relax," I reassured him. "The more you fight it, the more it will hurt!" Chad relaxed, and I dug my finger deeper into his asshole, rotating and rubbing in preparation for me. Withdrawing my finger, I slapped his boy butt harder than before, 3 times. His asscheeks were very warm and red. I climbed onto the bed, over his legs, easing my hard cock into the crevace of his ass. Adjusting my cock head against his puckered asshole, I lunged forward, impaling Chad with my rock-hard prick. "Owwwww!" he cried, "Take it out!" I eased back, but I did not withdraw completely. Then I lunged forward again, forcing all 6 inches up his ass. "Ahhhh!" he cried again. Chad moaned, then began to whimper more quietly, 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 blonde hair, sucked the lobe of his right ear into my mouth, and tongued it fevereshly 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 humping and thrusting. He moved his ass against every forward plunge I made. Chad twisted his body, straining against the ropes. With my left hand I grasped his head and forced it further to the right so that 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. "Yeeaaa," 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 reached down under and grasped his hot balls 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 erotic thrills through Chad's young, 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 3 violent thrusts, I began shooting my own love juices into his anal canal. 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, dripping cum onto Chad's buttocks. Getting to my knees, I bent over and licked the cum off of his boy buns, then moved up 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 beutiful than ever before. His body glowed, glistening with a sheet 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 each other in months! "I love you Chad!" "I love you to9)4(4(