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MONTANA MORNINGS by Ben Ezra Jacobson
I sat in the railroad car as it swayed with the ever changing levels of the train tracks. The motion had lulled me to sleep in the sleeper car when I retired to my birth last night. The train had headed north west to Montana while I slept and it would be around noon when it would arrive in Kalispell where my former neighbor and friend, Dewy Bayless would meet me.
Dewy had been my neighbor since he was a little kid. His parents had lived across the street from us for many years and his father had taught most of his adult life at the same university in which my father had taught. After Dewy's mother had been killed in a tragic automobile accident, his father could not seem to relate to the boy...and it was decided that he would go to his Aunt Lou's ranch in Montana to stay with she and her husband. They were childless by no fault of their own and when Professor Bayless had approached them about taking his son in...they responded immediately with willing cooperation. I hated to see him leave. He was twelve years old and seemed so lost without his mother. Professor Bayless was a good man and a kind man...but he was never the "father" type and freely admitted that he hadn't a clue about how to be a father.
Dewy had been gone for four years. His father had sold their home and moved into a studio apartment where he lived a Spartan life style. His greatest luxury was stacks of books in every room. Dewy had written to my family asking if he could stay with us when he returned for Thanksgiving one year. He traveled by himself on the train from Kalispell, Montana to East Central Illinois where we lived...stayed about ten days and returned by himself on the train. He had changed from a shy, chubby twelve year old boy who was hardly able to carry on a conversation... to a tall, lean, incredibly handsome young cowboy of age sixteen. When he arrived, we were all amazed at his appearance. He had a bit of a shaggy look with his dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes and had had a growth spurt that left him six foot tall. He arrived in western brown jeans, a brown corduroy shirt, a long dark brown cowboy range coat and a felt hat turned down
all the way around. He was strikingly handsome.
While he was visiting with us at Thanksgiving, because of family and friends staying with us...he was asked if he minded sharing my bed room with me. He did not. In fact, a whole new persona opened up and I found that he had had a secret crush on me for many years. This sounds egotistical...but it was true...and I found that the boy who I had befriended in our youths...turned out to be a great lover in my bed. When I went back to my apartment Dewy went with me for a few days before I put him on the train for home...and in parting...I promised to go to Montana as soon as I could work it out...and spend some time with him. As it was...I stayed a month.
As I looked out the window into the Montana countryside, I was amazed that it did not look much different from Illinois with the exception that the land seemed to roll a little bit more. The closer we got to Kalispell however, the hills become small mountains then big mountains.
The train car in which I was riding was sparsely inhabited. At one point, a young man came into the car and sat down across the aisle from me. He was dressed in blue jeans, a red plaid shirt, boots and a black cowboy hat. He had a nice face and was all smiles.
"Good morning," he said nodding his head.
"Good Morning to you," I responded back.
"Where you headed", he asked?
"Kalispell," I replied.
"Me too," he said, "My name is Clark Brodie."
" Hi Clark...I'm Ben Ezra Jacobson from east central Illinois."
"On vacation, Ben," he asked?
"Yes," I responded, "I have a friend who lives on a ranch about thirty miles north of Kalispell. I've come out to spend a few days and learn to ride a horse," I laughed.
He laughed too. "You'll be sore for a few days Ben...take it kind of easy at first."
"Right," I answered back, "Can you recommend a good horse liniment?"
"You planning on making the horse sore, Ben?"
"No," I shot back at him with a big smile..."It is for me."
We both laughed. He moved over to the seat next to me and said, " You will probably need a good long soak in the tub to take out the first day's
soreness. And don't be embarrassed about it. Everyone goes through it when they first start riding."
"A hot soak in a tub, huh," I said.
"That's right," he answered back smiling at me.
I thought...I bet he would enjoy rubbing on the liniment. "Isn't that a bit awkward to do when you are all stiff and sore," I asked.
"Hell no...you just get a friend to help you with it," he said, with a wink.
"Ahhh, gotcha," I answered back.
We continued to talk about Montana and riding horses and the country side when the train pulled into the station. I grabbed my suit case, duffle bag and back pack and moved into the aisle with the other departing passengers. Clark Brodie was standing behind me. As we entered the passage way to leave the train...I felt a light pat on my butt cheek.
"Have a good time with your friend, Ben," he said...and sauntered off, down the station platform. I had to chuckle. I believe if we were only half way to the end of the trip...Cowboy Brodie might have suggested getting better acquainted.
Dewy was standing at the end of the platform. He raised his hand to wave. I returned the gesture as well as I could with my arms full of bags. He walked towards me. He was wearing black jeans and a brown long sleeve shirt. Even in Montana...the temperature can and often does get quite cool. He looked just like he had looked last November. He grabbed my suitcase and duffle and set them on the platform floor before grabbing me in a great embrace and hugging me to him, tightly.
"I am so glad to see you Ben. I didn't think this day would ever get here."
"Me to Dewy," I said. " You look terrific...how have you been since I last saw you?"
"Great," he answered, "Busy with school and sports and the ranch. We have only been on summer break for less than a week. All I could think of was all the things I wanted to tell you and show you when you got here."
"I've been looking forward to seeing the ranch," I replied. "Tell me about the new colts that were born last week."
"They are beautiful," he said with excitement in his voice. " I held them with in minutes of their birth and rubbed them down with old towels and blankets."
We put my bags in the back of his old truck and headed north for the ranch. I was amazed at the beauty of the landscape. Glacier National Park's west entrance was close by and I told him that I would like to tour the park while I am here.
"By all means," he said, "You can't go home without first seeing the park and traveling the "Going to the Sun" roadway. His conversation was animated all the way to the ranch. Aunt Lou was there to great us on our return.
"Ben Ezra Jacobson...what a handsome young man you have become since I last saw you five years ago."
"Hi Lou, it is so good to see you again too," I answered her back. She hugged me tightly.
"Come in Dear, tell me how your father and mother are doing," she said.
"They're doing great. They both said to tell you hello...and I have a jar of gooseberry preserves that my mother put up for you," I answered back.
"How thoughtful...tell her that I am grateful," she responded as I passed the quart jar to her from my back pack. It was wrapped up in newspaper and tied securely with string.
"Dewy...take Ben Ezra to your room and get him settled...then come back here in fifteen minutes or so...and I'll serve lunch," Lou told him.
"Will do Aunt Lou...come on Ben...this way." He headed down the hall way. The ranch house was large and spread out on a single level. The kitchen, dinning area and great room were all open to each other. Down the hall at the very end was Dewy's bed room. It was huge with log beams and a vaulted ceiling of wood. The bed was a king size and the head board was also made of logs. A fireplace place stood in the corner...and it was made of field stones. Had I not walked down the hall of this modern home...into this room, I would have sworn that I was in a log cabin somewhere in the wilderness. The walls were all vertical wood panels and a lot of windows on the east, south and west. With the curtains pulled back...the view seemed to go on forever.
"The bathroom is through the door on the north wall. We have our own bathrooms here. It's nice because you don't have to put on clothes to go take a piss in the middle of the night," he said with a big smile.
"Still my favorite nudist," I asked?
"Right you are buckaroo...I like to let it all hang out as much as I can," he answered back.
I grabbed him and held him close to me. He let me hold him.
"Ben, it is so good to have you here with me. I have hardly been able to think of anything else...since you phoned to say that you were accepting our invitation."
"Well, you are not alone there kid...after turning in my grades for Spring Semester...I put all my affairs in order in 48 hours and here I am...for a week or so of freedom from the university," I replied.
"Ben...a week is not enough...stay all summer," Dewy suggested.
"Man...you would get so tired of me...that you would be running me off after a month," I said.
"Not so," he answered back..." I would love curling up next to you every night for the whole summer."
I laughed and patted him on the butt. "We'd better get to the kitchen," I said.
He reached up and kissed me..."Now we can go to the kitchen," he said.
If I had grinned any harder...my face would have cramped. It was going to be a great vacation...and I was looking forward to enjoying every inch of it.
During the afternoon, Dewy took me to the stables to see the new colts. They were frisky and I shot a whole role of 35 mm film catching them in different poses. I had never been a horse person because none of my friends in Illinois had horses. Here in Montana...it seemed that almost every ranch had horses and riding was breathed and lived constantly.
"Tomorrow, we'll get you on a horse to see how quickly you can learn to ride," Dewy said.
I scooted as close to him as I could get and said, "I was hoping for a ride tonight."
"You can count on it," he answered back with a big smile.
We got into his truck and drove out on the ranch. The country side was beautiful with pine trees as far as the eye could see. The land was rocky and leaving the path ways was a bumpy ride.
"How many acres did you say you had here," I asked?
"2,700 acres," he replied. "A good portion of it is timber...but still there is room for the horses and cattle."
"Does your aunt and uncle have help taking care of the place," I asked...wondering if that was a stupid question?
"Yes, we could never handle it by ourselves," he replied. "There are men who come every spring and stay all summer...then return to their families in the south west in the autumn before the snows come in. We take care of the horses ourselves...but the cattle and sheep need laborers to tend them."
"Do any of the cowboys stay on the whole winter," I asked.
"Yeah, we have three that stay all winter. They help us with the horses and are here to help maintain the buildings. They live in our bunk house and Aunt Lou keeps them well fed and cared for."
"What's their names," I asked..?
He grinned, " Pablo, Pedro and Ralph."
"Ok," I said, "One is an American?"
"Actually they are all three American citizens...but they aren't married and don't have children to support...so it is just easier for them to stay on the year around than travel back to New Mexico in winter."
"They don't mind the snow and the cold," I asked?
"Not yet anyway," Dewy answered back. "They are all in their late twenties...and Aunt Lou and Uncle Doug make it worth their time financially to stay here. Unless the snow gets bad...they don't have a lot to do in winter. We have heavy equipment to deal with the snow...so there is not much old fashioned muscle power labor. The bunk house has central heat, a full kitchen and a large screen TV. They seem very happy to be here."
"Sounds like paradise compared to how ranch hands lived a century ago," I said.
"We have not had any complaints," Dewy answered back. "Uncle Doug thinks that there may be a little "Broke Back Mountain" in them...but he said he did not care as long as they did good work and didn't cause any problems for the ranch."
"Wouldn't that be something," I laughed.
"Ralph asked me one time if I liked to swim naked," Dewy said with a grin on his face.
"What did you tell him," I countered?
"I told him that all cowboys like to swim naked...didn't he know that. He told me they did on every ranch that he ever worked on...and then he winked. I think if I ever wanted a good blow job...he would be glad to oblige."
"What's he like," I asked.
He's about 5 foot 10, about 28 or 29 years old, blondish hair and a nice bulge in his pants," he responded.
"So he's let you see the hardware," I asked?
"Not officially," Dewy responded, " but I did see him skinny dipping in the lake one afternoon...and I'll tell you this...they'll never call him `Shorty.'".
We both laughed.
. . . . . . .
Uncle Doug had a nice bed of coals in the bottom of the field stone fireplace on the patio. He was putting on steaks when we got back and Aunt Lou had set the table with a variety of summer salads and home squeezed lemon aid.
"Hope you boys don't mind, but I invited the ranch hands to eat with us," said Aunt Lou.
"Nope," Dewy said, "that's great. I'd like for Ben to meet them." He said as he elbowed into my ribs.
"Sounds good to me too," I responded. "If I am going to get a good feel for ranch life...it would be good to know all the people who make the whole thing happen."
Dewy turned his back on the rest and mumbled where only I could hear him..."Don't get too good a feel...unless I am there."
"Get out of here," I said and gave him a bit of a shove. He laughed and turned red.
"What's that boy," his uncle Doug said?
"Nothing Uncle Doug...I was just shucking and jiving Ben a little."
"Let's eat," said Aunt Lou.
I was amazed that Uncle Doug asked a blessing on the meal before the food was passed. It was a nice touch. One thinks of this part of the world as being less civilized than the more central and eastern parts of the country. I was glad it was not.
We spent the evening talking about ranching. I totally lost track of the time as I got caught up in the conversation about running a ranch. Finally the ranch hands stood to excuse themselves for the evening. I looked at my wrist watch and was shocked to find that it was nearly 10:30 PM. The food had been outstanding. We each carried a tray of bowls and service ware back into the large ranch house. I expected to help with the clean up...but Aunt Lou insisted that she was just going to put everything to soak in the sink until morning and then would rinse and load the dishwasher.
"You boys head on to bed. You must be worn to a frazzle...and a good night's sleep will make tomorrow morning easier," she suggested. "Doug and I will finish up here shortly and then we are going to turn in too."
I followed Dewy to his room. We entered and he secured the door before stepping out of his clothes and leaving them in a heap on the floor. He pulled the curtains and turned on the bed side lights and turned off the bright overhead lights.
"I want a shower before bed," he said. "Want to join me..?"
Following his example, I stepped out of my clothing and followed him to the bathroom. He had a walk in shower big enough for four or five...let alone the two of us. With the lighting turned as low as it would go...we stepped into the shower and turned the water to medium. The fan purred over head. The warm water felt like a thousand hands massaging our muscles. Dewy took the shampoo and put some on his hands and then rubbed it into his scalp. He then reached over and did the same with my hair and scalp. He was just a little taller than me...and I just stood there and let the warm water cascade over my shoulders. He grabbed a fresh bar of soap...the white kind with the green streaks through it that smells so manly...and began to rub it over my shoulders and back...then making his way down...he lathered my butt and legs.
"Turn around Ben, he said."
When I did...my erection was level with his face. He lathered up my chest, groin and legs...taking a little extra attention to soaping my balls as he rotated them in his hand. The sensation was erotic and my erection was curving upwards to salute the ceiling. He reached up and adjusted the shower head to pulsate the water as he turned me physically in the shower before him. He knelt down to be sure the soap was all rinsed away. He popped my cock into his mouth and slid on it...in and out several times. It felt fantastic.
"Damn Ben, you taste so good."
"Hold on there Tiger," I said to him..."let's don't get over zealous and spoil the "later on" part of tonight," I said to him.
I took the bar of soap and lathered him the same way he had done to me. He too immediately rose to the occasion. When I had successfully lathered all the surfaces of his body...turned him in the shower and rinsed him off. I squeezed his hard shaft...and felt him moan and lean into me.
"I' ll give you a couple of hours to stop that," he said.
"OK, I'll take it," I answered back.
The hot water was running out. We quickly turned off the shower and toweled off. He dried my back, butt and balls...and I did the same for him. With the bed side table lamps turned out...we scooted to the middle of the bed and held each other for a long time.
"Ben, what do you want me to do," he asked?
"Get over top of me kid," I said, "And point your head to my feet."
Dewy knew exactly what to do as he crawled over the top of me in a "69" position. As he lowered his body over mine...I opened my mouth and he popped his dick in. I like to be underneath in a sixty-nine because the view is incredible...even in the pitch dark. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He began to quiver. Then across the seam under his scrotum and taking his balls one at a time...rolling them around in my mouth. He was reciprocating in kind.
"Raise up Dewy," I said and lean back. As he did so...I rimmed the smooth tight fixture that comprised his anal sphincter. He moaned loudly.
"Shhh," I said... "You don't want your aunt or uncle at the door do you?"
"Roll over Ben...I want to do the same thing to you." Grabbing my body, he rolled taking me with him. Now I was on top...and he was underneath. I sucked his pulsating dick on top of him and he was doing the same to me. When he commanded me to sit up...I felt his tongue rim my sphincter. The sensitivity was so intense...that I could feel myself building for an ejaculation. Evidently sensing the same thing...he pushed me down on his body and I resumed sucking him...when he suddenly exploded in my mouth. He ejaculated torrents of semen. He was seventeen...and his seed tasted good.
"Roll, Ben," he ordered as he pushed me off of him.
He got up on his hands and knees and backed up against me.
"There's lube in the drawer next to the bed."
I reached in and grabbed the tube and squeezed some into my hand. Taking a generous amount and applying it to his sphincter and my erection...I easily slid in to him. I moved slowly at first so it would not hurt him. If there was any discomfort...he did not express it. I pushed in as far as I could go. He moaned with delight.
"Faster Ben...and with more thrust."
I was humping him with all I had...and he was enjoying every thrust. Before I could cum...my cock rubbing his prostate...he groaned and said, " I am going to cum again Ben. I pitched the towel to him just in time to get it under him to catch his load. I felt my own orgasm building.
"I'm about to cum too...I'm going to pull out."
"No," he said, " I want to feel it inside me."
As I shot my load...he said that he could feel it hitting him inside. With my energy waning fast...I finally pulled out...grabbing the towel to keep from splattering his sheets with semen. It was not necessary that his aunt know what we had done in his bed this night. After cleaning off and taking a piss, we crawled back into bed...to sleep curled up together. My first night in Montana had been fantastic...and nothing had disappointed in any way.
During the night, we shifted positions many times. When I woke up the next morning...Dewy was behind me with his arm over my chest. He felt warm against my skin and I wasn't in any hurry to scoot away from him.
"Ben...did you sleep well," he asked pushing his morning wood against my butt.
"Like there was no tomorrow," I said. "This Montana air is agreeable."
He thrust against me again. "We should get up and go to breakfast...but it feels so good to lie close to you," he answered back to me... "But if we do not make an appearance shortly at the breakfast table, Aunt Lou or Uncle Doug will be knocking at the bedroom door."
"Right you are," I said, " We need to move it."
As he flipped the covers back and climbed out of bed, his erection was sticking straight out. For a seventeen year old boy...he was so very manly. All the dark pubic hair around his groin area was a nice nest, framing his hardware.
"You like," he asked?
"You know I do...but let me suggest a little man-scaping would be becoming to your hardware."
"Would you do it for me this evening when we get ready for the shower," he asked.
"Sure," I responded. "It would only take a few minutes and would make you look nicely groomed."
"Well, if I have to drop my pants for any reason...I wouldn't want to look like a mountain man who had been in the hills for years," he laughed.
"Right, nor do you want to look like some old uncouth rancher from Montana," I threw back at him.
"Now watch it...your getting too personal there," he said...with a laugh.
We both laughed as we headed down the hall to the kitchen.
"What's so funny this morning, Dewy," asked Uncle Doug?
"Oh, nothing...Ben was saying that I would grow up to be a mountain man if I was not careful," he responded.
"You don't have time to be a mountain man boy...you're a rancher now."
Dewy turned to me and shrugged his shoulders. " There it is Ben...I'm afraid that being a mountain man will have to wait until I retire from being a rancher."
We all laughed. Breakfast was great. We ate a healthy helping of everything.
A knock came to the back door. Ralph, Pedro and Pablo came in and said that the colts had all been fed and the horses were saddled for Mr. Dewy and Mr. Ben.
Aunt Lou motioned for them to grab a seat at the table as she put more breakfast food out for them. "Now Ralph," she instructed, "until Ben Ezra gets used to the horses...I want one of you boys to be with them everywhere they ride...Understood."
"Yes ma'am, Ms Lou...I will do that while Pedro and Pablo tend the cattle and sheep."
"That'll be fine boys," she said. "Now help yourself to the sausage and eggs before they get cold. Doug...pass them the biscuits and gravy before the gravy turns to wall paper paste," she said with a laugh. She set a hot pot of coffee before them and told them to help themselves.
As Dewy and I headed to the stable, I asked if Lou always feed the help so well and at her own table.
"She does," he said. "She says that well fed help put out the most value to a working ranch. Well, not only that...since she and Uncle Doug have no children of their own...they treat everyone like they were part of our family. We don't have any trouble keeping good help."
"They don't look like they are undernourished," I laughed.
Ralph helped me onto the horse and gave me some instructions on getting the horse to do what I wanted him to do. My horse was a mare named "Granny"...and the match fit me as a first time rider. Granny was slow and gentle...and seemed to understand that a real green horn was riding her today. After about an hour of riding around the corral...with Ralph riding with us...we headed out to the pasture.
The sun was warming the morning, which had been chilly when we started out, but by 9:00 AM...it was very nice...by noon, I had my sleeves rolled up and my shirt hanging loose on the outside of my pants to allow more air circulation. We rode back to the ranch for lunch which was served again on the patio while the horses were fed and watered. After lunch, we rode about two miles to the lake on the ranch land. It was larger than I expected. Dewy said it was twenty two acres and fed by an underground stream which kept it cool in the summer. It was about twelve feet deep he said at the deepest point...but most of it was shallow. We tied the horses to some trees in a copse...and pulled off our boots and socks to wade in the water by the shore. The water was cool but not really cold. It seemed cold on my bare feet...but it also felt good. I waded along the shore looking out over the countryside. Montana was such a beautiful
place here. The land was covered in tall grass which at some point would be harvested for animal feed...and the tall pines surrounded the periphery of the clearing.
"Hey Ben...you want to go for a swim," Dewy called to me..?
I walked back to the copse where Dewy and Ralph were stripping out of their clothing. Dewy was right...Ralph could never be called "shorty." As he ran to the water his cock was swinging rapidly in front of him. He ran into the water and then dove under the surface. Dewy followed behind him...almost as well endowed...but not quite. Reluctantly, I removed my clothing and waded into the water. If I live to be one hundred years old...I will never adjust to the shock the body takes when there is a sudden temperature change. I inched my way into the water. This water was not cool it was damned cold. The other two laughed and splashed each other and then splashed me. As I returned the gesture...I soon forgot the cold. We laughed and threw water...but after about twenty minutes of this levity...we hurried to shore to get away from the cold.
We had brought no towels with us...and to dry off with one's clothes would make for a cold ride back to the ranch house. We lay on the ground on the grass in the sun and waited for it's warm rays to dry and to warm us.
I looked over at Ralph who seemed comfortable and content to lie naked beside us. He looked at me and smiled. "Mr. Ben...Dewy tells me you are a college professor?"
I laughed, "Well, I will be when I start back to school in September. I just finished my masters degree in Literature...and will teach the same this fall."
"I would have loved to have gone to college," said Ralph, "but my family had no money to send me...so I went to work. I ended up with a group of guys going to Montana to work one summer and met Mr. Doug and Ms. Lou. At the end of the season...they asked me to stay on...full time. They sort of became the family I didn't have."
"Where's your family now," I asked?
"Dead," he responded. "Mom died of cancer a few years ago and my dad drank himself to death. I have a brother in California and a sister in Arizona...but we seldom write or phone."
He had a sad, far away expression on his face. "I'm sorry to hear that Ralph."
"Thanks," he said, "so now Mr. Dewy's family has become my family."
"How old are you Ralph," I asked...knowing it was rude to be so presumptuous..?
"Twenty nine...a few weeks ago," he said..."You?"
"I was twenty three last fall," I responded.
" I thought we were about the same age," he said..."twenties, I mean."
"Right," I responded. "And listen bud...you can drop the Mister business...I'm Ben Ezra or Ben if you like."
"Thanks Ben," he said with a big smile.
Dewy was sitting quietly listening to our conversation. I happened to look his way...and noticed a deeply pensive expression on his face. He saw me staring at him, "what," he said. "I was just listening to your conversation."
"And..." I said?
"Well, I am six years younger than you and you are six years younger than Ralph. I just thought it was ironic how the same number of years divides each of us," Dewy countered.
"So it does," I said, "but you know...age is immaterial to friendship. I never think of you as younger. I think of you as my equal in every way."
"Thanks Ben, I guess I needed to hear that," Dewy answered me back.
"Me to Mr. Dewy...I never thought of you as a `little kid'...your just part of the ranch family," Ralph added.
Thanks Ralph...and like Ben says..you can drop the Mister part. I'm just Dewy...or `hey kid'..." he laughed. We all laughed.
I looked at my watch. 2:00 PM...
"Do you suppose we should get back," I asked?
"Why," said Dewy, "We have the afternoon free. My aunt and uncle will be in town until later this evening, Pedro and Pablo will be tending the sheep in the south pasture. I can't think of any reason to be in a hurry to go or do anything."
"I agree," said Ralph. "Let's just enjoy the sunshine while we can." He reached down and rubbed his balls and lay back on the grass.
I looked over at Dewy. He had seen the gesture the same as I. He walked over and sat down next to Ralph but said nothing. He just took in the twenty nine year old's body. Ralph watched him and smiled.
"Go ahead kid...it's OK."
Dewy reached over and took Ralph's balls in his hand and sort of rolled them around. Ralph sighed. Dewy took a hold of his cock and he sighed again. He then ran his hand over Ralph's chest and made his way back down to the groin area. Ralph was getting a fast erection. Dewy gave his cock a hard squeeze. Another deep sigh came from the reclining figure. He looked and smiled at me.
"OK kid," said Ralph, "stand up and straddle my body and then get down here and kneel over my chest facing me."
Dewy did as he was instructed. Ralph popped Dewy's dick into his mouth as Dewy reached behind him to continue fondling Ralph's hardware. It didn't take much sucking to bring a fast ejaculation into Ralph's mouth. Dewy climbed off while Ralph turned his head and spit the deposit onto the ground.
"OK Ben...get yourself over here," Ralph said to me.
I quickly moved into the same spot that Dewy had just occupied and while Ralph sucked my dick...Dewy laid in the grass between Ralph's legs and started giving him the same treatment. Ralph become excited real fast and a couple of times he bit me...but we persevered and in a matter of a few minutes I ejaculated also into his mouth as Dewy brought him to the brink and finished him with a hand job. Ralph was a heavy cummer. He shot like a fountain all over himself and over my back while I straddled his chest. Once we got our composure again...we both returned to the lake to wash off the semen. Climbing out of the water...we knew another lay in the sun would be necessary to dry off and to get warm again.
Ralph told us about being a teenager at home and how he and his brother had shared a room and a bed. His brother who was older...would roll him over on his stomach and lube himself up and insert. It became such a habit that both wanted to continue until they parted for different parts of the country. His brother finally married and had a family...but Ralph knew his bread was buttered in a different manner. He came to Montana and ended up on the ranch here...only to find out that Pedro and Pablo both liked what he liked. It is easier to be contented when you have a warm body to share your most intimate interests.
As we mounted our horses to return to the ranch, Ralph said to Dewy and myself, " You know that if the boss finds out about this...I could get my ass canned real fast. I would appreciate your confidence in these matters."
Both Dewy and I pledged our silence. We were both thinking that we might like to share another moment with our friend. It would be foolish on our parts to ever divulge our secret.
The next day...we sat on the truck hood... in a pull off area in Glacier National Park and
snapped photos of the scenery. The glaciers were better than I expected and at one point,
we were high enough to toss a few snow balls at each other. We had just finished the
"Going to the Sun" trail and reveled at the beauty of this park. We found another pull off
where we left the truck and hiked back into the woods to see a water fall. It seemed as if we had walked quite a distance...but upon arrival found it was worth the time and effort. I
snapped a whole roll of film at this point.
The air was cool in the park today and I had put on my windbreaker jacket. For some reason when I dressed this morning...I also put on a pair of black jeans and black boots. As we returned from the water fall...we came upon a small group of older women hiking towards the falls...and when I came around the bend in the path...they all jumped and screamed.
"We thought you were a bear," one lady said. I thought... `there is no way she is going
to see me bare'...but we had a chuckle over their fright, none the less. When we drove to
St. Mary's lake...again I snapped more photos. We climbed into the rocks to get to a
higher spot for a long range photo. There was a mountain at the end of the scene that looked like it had a flat top. Later I would see the same in some postcards in town. When I turned from my photo shoot...Dewy was standing behind me with his shirt pulled up and his pants pulled down and was sporting a nice boner.
"Hey cowboy," he mimicked, "would you like a picture of this?"
I snapped several pictures. I looked all around and found no one within sight...and walked up to him, dropped to my knees and gave him a quick blow job. He shot his load after about a dozen sucks and I turned and spit while he pulled himself together. The little shy kid I knew so many years ago was anything but shy today. When we got back to the truck...he suggested that I drive. While I wound my way back to the high way...he reached over and unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my hard ware which was stiffening at the immediate touch...and buried his head in my lap as I eased on down the road. Anyone who has ever had an ejaculation while driving knows that it can be extremely intense and distracting...but I obliged him with a load...which he rolled down the window and spit as we passed through the country side.
"I'll want another try tonight Ben...to make sure I don't forget how to do it," he said with a cheeky grin on his face. " I trust you will not object."
We stopped at a burger joint when we reached Kalispell and had supper. Lou and Doug had a barbecue at a neighbor's ranch they were attending. There seemed little point in fixing a home cooked meal for just the two of us.
"Want to take in a movie while we are in town," I asked.
"Sure, why not," Dewy responded. " There is a new John Wayne film at the theater. It's too late for the first showing...but we could catch the second."
"Sounds good," I said, "my treat."
The theater was not as large as I had known in Illinois...but it was adequate. We climbed the steps to the back row and found seats in the center. With pop corn and soda in hand...we were set for the nine o'clock showing.
I noticed as we climbed the stairs...that most of the people attending this showing were men of all ages...but more young than old. The lights went dim and the movie came on. The seats were high back and they rocked. I hoped that I would not go to sleep and miss the best part of the movie. About thirty minutes into the movie...I noticed that there were about seven of us in the last row that would hold twelve. Some one at the end began to chuckle. Looking that way, there was a guy who I would guess was about thirty years old...a cowboy in jeans and plaid shirt...crawling down the aisle on his hands and knees. He reached up and was playing with another guys crotch. The man in the seat, unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge cock and the cowboy on the floor started sucking him. In a few minutes we heard a soft groan as the movie goer thrust forward giving him his last drop of semen. He zipped up his pants and sauntered
down the steps to leave. The cow boy moved on to the next guy...who did the same...unzipped his pants and took out his cock and got sucked off. When he had shot his load...he zipped up his pants and moved down to the middle of the theater and sat down with the first guy. The cowboy on the floor moved closer...and serviced the next guy and then the next. I was amazed at his bravado in such a confined area. I turned to see Dewy blushing and trying to smother a laugh.
"Did you know this was going to happen," I asked?
"Yeah, the back row is always the best place to get a quick blow job," he responded.
"Have you been serviced here before," I asked.
"Yeah...several times, and not a bad one in the bunch," he answered back.
The cowboy had worked his way in front of Dewy and seemed to know him. He reached up and unfastened his belt buckle, unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Dewy slumped down into the seat and the cow boy went down on his hard cock...but with Dewy...he wet his finger in his mouth and then slid it into Dewy's ass and while he sucked him...massaged his prostate...with deep in and out strokes. It took about two and a half minutes and Dewy ejaculated a big load into the guys mouth which he swallowed. I sat there with my mouth open aghast that he would do this in a public place. The cowboy moved in front of me...but I shook my head no and pushed his hands out of my crotch. He nodded that he understood and moved on to the last two guys in the back row. Once he was done with them...he pulled himself together and walked down the stairs and left the theater. I found it difficult to focus on the rest of the movie. As much as I liked an adventure...this seemed just a little too bizarre for even me.
As we drive home, Dewy turned to me and said, "Ben, are you OK...you've been really quiet since we left the theater. Are you mad at me?"
I reached over and rubbed his shoulder as he drove. "No Dewy...I'm not mad at you...just amazed at the risk you took this evening. Do you know that guy who was sucking everyone?"
"Yes, I know him...and so do you?"
"I know him? I've never seen him before in my life," I responded.
"Yes you have...on the train. His name is Clark Brodie...and he's the guy who patted you on the ass when you were getting off the train."
I turned and looked at him. "That was Clark Brodie," I asked. "He didn't look like the Brodie I met."
"That's because when you saw him, he had his glasses on and his teeth in," he responded. "He's a regular at the theater. His old man owns the place and Clark runs the projectors and sound system. His dad has no idea why his son is so popular with all the patrons." He laughed...looked at me, and laughed again.
We got back to the ranch at 11:30 PM. Dewy stepped out of his clothes and hit the showers. When he came back to the room, I went into the bathroom and showered. Dewy was already in bed a sleep. I turned out the lights and crawled in next to him. I lay there listening to him breath and looking at his body. He had turned into quite the young man...but I feared that I may have helped set him on a path of destruction unless he had some modification in his behavior. When one thinks with their penis instead of their head...all kinds of needs and adventures can cause problems and perils. Perhaps while I am here...I could approach the subject with him. Pots have to be very careful when they call their best friends who are kettles...black.
In the early morning hours before sunrise...I felt movement between my legs. Raising the covers, I found Dewy there...sucking my soft cock. He winked. I got hard very fast. Before he could suck me off...I pulled him back up on my level, rolled him over, lubed up and inserted into him...and hammered him hard. When my orgasm and ejaculation came...he was panting and squirming beneath me. I climbed off and he rolled over. My dick pounding his prostate had brought on an ejaculation and orgasm of his own...and he had shot his load all over the clean sheets.
"Ben, that was fantastic. I had an orgasm and an ejaculation with out you ever touching my dick. If it had not felt so damn good...I would have thought that you were pissed off at me," he remarked.
I touched him on the shoulder...and said, " I need to talk to you bud about last night."
"OK," he said.
I was afraid that Dewy would take my concerns as a rebuke...but he did not. He said there was a free clinic in Kalispell and if it would put my mind to ease...he would be willing to have a blood test to see if there were any problems. I wondered if the clinic would do the test with him only 17 years old...but they did not flinch over his request. He and I both submitted to it. On the way home, we both seemed more relaxed. The nurse said that they would have results by Friday. Now our task was to be patient and wait. There was much to do on the ranch. We busied ourselves with caring for the animals. At night, I put my arms around him and held him close, but never offered any sexual stimulation over the next few days.
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Friday rolled around. It was after lunch before we could come up with an excuse to drive to Kalispell. We used the need for some allergy medication to go into town. At the clinic...we were ushered into the exam room where a young doctor was waiting. He told us our results were fine...no bugs, and then asked why the concern.
"Are the two of you sexually active with each other," he asked?
We admitted that we had been. He warned of social communicable diseases gave us some pamphlets on the subject and a half dozen free condoms and some water base lube, that they gave to all those who came into the clinic. He also admonished us to consider that we were getting into the modern age where there were some disease that did not have cures...and that safety was our best defense after abstention. Dewy was obviously embarrassed. I had heard the talk before back home. We promised to use the condoms and to practice a little moderation.
After leaving the clinic...we went to the Burger joint for a couple of cheese burgers and a shake. The food seemed to help settle our anxieties. On the way out of town...Dewy asked me again if I was still pissed off with him.
"Look kid," I said, " I'm not angry with you...nor have I ever been, it's just that I don't want anything to happen to you. You mean a lot to me Dewy. I love you."
He was quiet and when I looked over at him...tears were running down his face. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it firmly.
"Thanks," he said. After a short period of silence, he added, "I love you too Ben."
That night we went to bed and wrapped up in each others arms...but had no sexual involvement. Saturday and Sunday passed in a whirl as did the next week. I was looking over the calendar in the kitchen and focusing so hard that I did not hear Aunt Lou speak to me.
"Ben Ezra...are you with us," she chided?
"I'm sorry Lou...what were you saying," I asked.
"You were focusing pretty intently on the calendar. I was wondering if you were getting homesick for Illinois," she answered back?
"I've been here for three weeks...and was just thinking that maybe I should head for home," I responded.
"You don't need to hurry away. Dewy has been so much happier since you have been here. Are you sure you can't stay a little longer," she pleaded.
"Maybe a week," I said, "but I need to spend some time with Mom and Dad in Wisconsin before time to return to the college.
Dewy came into the room...having heard the last of the conversation. He was looking upset. "Stay the rest of the summer Ben...I need you here with me."
"I'd love to Dewy...but I have other commitments to complete before summer is over," I responded.
"I know," he said, " but it is not going to be the same with out you."
"You will have school and sports this fall," I answered back, "and you will be so busy you won't have time to fret over my going home."
"Well, let's not worry about that right now. We have a week yet and let's have some fun before departure time," I said.
"Aunt Lou, could Ben and I take the horses and go camping up on the mountain before he leaves," Dewy asked?
"Certainly," she said, "As long as Uncle Doug or one of the ranch hands goes with you."
"Could we have Ralph go," he asked. He speaks English...and the other two are not always easy to understand."
"You had better ask Ralph about it first," she said. "He's out in the hay barn."
"OK Aunt Lou...thanks," he responded as he headed out the door.
Ralph was agreeable to the trip. He would be our escort up the mountain to the camp site the family used in summer. Pedro and Pablo would ride up on the week end. We took a pack horse to carry the tent, sleeping bags, food and cooking gear. It took a couple of days to get ready...and we departed on a Wednesday at noon. The ride took a couple of hours and when we pitched camp at the spot the family used during the summer...it was easy to see why they preferred this spot. The view was fantastic. The tent was a four man tent. It would give ample room for the three of us. We gathered enough fire wood for the rest of the week and stretched up a dinning fly over the wooden picnic table that had been built on the site for past and future camping trips. There was a spring on up from the campsite a ways where the water was as clear as the Montana skies. Below the campsite was a small lake...maybe ten acres...where they swam and
bathed in summer. It was a twenty minute ride down the mountain. I asked if bear were ever seen on the mountain...and Ralph said not usually. In summer, they preferred the lower levels where food was more plentiful...but it was not uncommon to see a mountain lion now and then. As truthful as that might be...I was hoping to forego the pleasure.
It took about an hour to set up camp. Ralph built a fire and started water to heat for washing up after supper. He lit his pipe and stretched out on his sleeping bag in the sun. He pulled his cowboy hat down over his eyes and was soon snoring.
"Come on Ben," Dewy said, "let's hike up the trail to Table Rock. I'll show you the coolest place on the mountain."
We hiked about a quarter mile up the mountain through the rock passes to a flat promontory which was Table Rock. It was a good eight feet wide and twelve or thirteen feet long...and smooth as if it had been sanded by the glaciers thousands of years ago. A recent rain had washed it free of dust and leaves. As we sat down on it...the temperature of the rock was like a heating pad...warm but not hot. I removed my sweat shirt and then my tee shirt and lay back against it's hard surface. The sun was shining in my face and like Ralph...I pulled my hat over my face to feel it's warmth but to shade my eyes from the glare. Dewy sitting near by, pulled off his boots and then his socks. The stone felt good on the bottom of his feet. He pealed off his denim shirt and then his blue jeans...then his boxers...and lay on the rock naked as the day he was born. I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled backed and waited. I stood up and stripped off the rest of my clothing and lay back on the stone close to him.
I took my hat and once again placed it over my face to shade my eyes from the glare. I felt Dewy's hand on my shoulder gently rubbing the muscle and then move down onto the bicep of my arm. He pulled his hand away and then with his wet lips...kissed my shoulder. He reached across my chest and massaged the other shoulder and again, kissed it. I felt his fingers on my chest hair and with his nails...made swirly movements on my chest. The fingernails lightly scraping my skin made my chest tingle. I felt lips on my chest and then they moved to the left nipple and his tongue dragged over it and then around...then ever so gently...biting down on it...for pressure but not pain. He moved on to the right side, leaning over me...his chest touching mine as he teased the right nipple with his tongue. I could feel my penis getting hard and erect without touching it. I sighed.
Dewy chuckled, "Some one is getting aroused."
His tongue moved down my chest then finger nails etching into the hair on my chest and belly button. It felt good. Even the hair on my torso was getting excited. His finger nails then moved into my pubic hair, then to either side an massaged the inner parts of both thighs from the inseam to my knees and back up to my testicles...rolling them around in his hand after gently scraping them with his finger nails. Again a wet tongue replace the nails as it moved from the scrotum up the shaft of my penis...back and forth leaving a wet trail of saliva before going over the head of my shaft with his lips and down all around it with very wet lips. I could feel myself trembling with uncontrollable erotic stimuli. Knowing that I like pressure on my cock...with his teeth ever so gently...he bore down on my rod, move upward a small bit and bit down on it again...repeating the action to the head. It felt great. Some would flinch because of pain...I flinched with delight because of the pressure and stimulation. His lips wet with saliva moved up and down on my shaft. It was almost indescribable how the erotic feelings were whirling in my body. My cock was pulsating...ever minute centimeter of rock hard flesh and throbbing nerve endings. When he came up on the shaft and then pulled his lips over the top and off of it...I sighed a heavy breath as if I could not stand another second of electric like delight. But Dewy was not done...he grabbed my legs and thrust them into the air...and with his tongue...plied the moist appendage to the sphincter of my rectum. Around and around the orifice
he went with his wet tongue.
"Stop," I whispered, " you are going to make me cum and I don't want to this quickly."
"Ah come on Ben," Dewy said, "Let me do this for you. I want to."
"Take it easy Kid," I answered back. "I want it but not this fast...let's take our time and enjoy each other while we can."
With that, he pulled back and lay back against the table rock. I got up on my hands and knees and straddle his right leg as he lay on the stone. I kissed his lips and rubbed my face against his cheek. Whiskers against whiskers. The sensation was abrasive but delightful. I kissed his forehead and looked deep into his beautiful crystal clear blue eyes. Although he was six years younger than me...I felt him my equal in every way. I let my body lower down on his six foot figure...not enough to crush him nor make him uncomfortable...but to enjoy the touch of our flesh chest to chest, cock to cock. He felt so good...that I could have kept the position for an indefinite period of time. I kissed his face again and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I was used to him telling me that he loved me. I loved him too. He said it again and I let my body rest heavier against him.
" I love you too Dewy, more than words can describe," I said again to him.
"Stay with me Ben...here in Montana. Stay with me. I don't want you to go back to Illinois. I want you to stay here with me...just stay here."
His gaze was too intense...almost like he could read into the depths of my very soul. "I have to go home...Dewy. I have signed a contract to teach at the University this fall. Failure to do so would bring on litigation. I have to go home...but I can come back again when class is over...for a few weeks perhaps," I suggested.
He was quiet for a few minutes...and then in a demure and soft voice said, " I know Ben. I know."
I lay on top of him for a few more minutes and then moved down between his legs to tease his genitals, but he had gone soft and sat up with his arms around his legs. He smiled but his eyes had a far away look. I sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder and leaned against him. He looked my way and smiled again...but the enthusiasm for intimacy was gone for now. He stood up and walked to the side of the table rock and took a long piss. Shaking the drops from the end of it...he picked up his boxers and put them back on...then his jeans and shirt.
"We had better get back to camp," he said as he waited for me to finish
dressing. We walked back down the mountain in silence...he in front and me following. I thought he would look back and say something but he did not. It was not a snub...it was a young man who was hurting inside. It seemed like giving him some space would be a good idea.
Back at camp...Ralph had supper going. He had brought some frozen steaks which were now completely thawed. He had roasted potatoes in foil on the fire, grilled the steaks, and fixed a few whole ears of corn also wrapped in foil and some kind of Montana wild berry cobbler in a Dutch oven that he had packed on the horse that was toting the camping gear. Ralph and I talked through supper about the mountain, the spring, table rock and the camping trip in general...but Dewy remained quiet. He answered general questions with a minimum of words...but did not jump into our conversation with any thoughts or ideas.
When he wandered off into the bushes to urinate...Ralph turned to me and asked, "What gives with the kid? He's not saying much."
He's just thinking through some concerns he has," I said. "He will be back to himself by morning."
"He's grieving over your leaving next week, isn't he," Ralph countered.
"Yes," I responded, " He doesn't want me to go."
"How you going to handle it Ben," he asked.
"With kindness and persuasion," I answered. "I have to return to Illinois. I have signed a contract to teach this fall semester...and if I break the contract, I could loose my license and have a law suit against me. Dewy knows this. We talked about it. He will come around...in a little bit."
Dewy was gone for quite a little while but as the sun was setting, he meandered back into camp. He came over and sat down by the fire...and shortly scooted close to me.
"I'm sorry for the silent treatment I have given you this evening Ben...I think I am going to be OK now."
I patted his shoulder and put my arm around him and squeezed a hug.
We sat beside each other and talked. He made comments from time to time but didn't seem very interested in the conversation. The stars began to twinkle in the darkness. The air became chilly. Ralph put a few more logs on the fire and the sparks flue up from the coals like a million fire flies.
" I love the smell of wood burning," I said. "At home in winter, we always burned the fireplace at night."
"I remember that," said Dewy, "Professor Jacobson always wanted the fireplace lit. I was just a little kid then...but the smell of wood smoke from your chimney always spread over the neighborhood for those of us who did not have fireplaces. I was envious."
I turned and faced him, "I didn't know that, Dewy."
"Yeah," you used to call me and invite me to come over and you would pop corn in a long handled fireplace corn popper."
"I do remember that part," I said. "Wonder why it always tasted so good that way."
"It was the love your family extended to me after my mother died," he answered back. He leaned his head over onto my shoulder and left it there for quiet a while before sitting back up. "I think I am going to go to bed guys...I'm sleepy. See you in the morning."
He got up and went into the tent. He opened his sleeping bag and pumped up his air mattress and put it at the back of the tent so we would not step on him when we came in. I watched as he stripped off his pants and shirt...but climbed into his sleeping bag with his underwear on. He had not done so all the time I was here visiting. I felt like I had been a big disappointment to him today. Surely it would be better in the morning.
My wrist watch said 11:00 PM when the camp fire became dying embers. Ralph banked the fire with coals over them in hopes of keeping them going all night. I went into the tent and blew up my air mattress and placed my sleeping bag on top next to Dewy. He was snoring softly. I leaned over and kissed his forehead and said, "I love you Dewy." He stirred slightly and answered me back, "Love you too, Ben."
I removed my clothing and laid them under my pillow. Although Dewy had gone to sleep with his underwear on...I did not. I stripped naked as was my custom...and laid on top of my sleeping bag with a green wool Army blanket over me. Ralph was the last one in the tent. He did not bring an air mattress which was just as well because the tent was small and cramped. He spread his sleeping bag on the floor of the tent with a folded paint tarpaulin under him and then a green army blanket on top of his sleeping bag and another to cover him on top. He said that he learned that a large tarpaulin folded over four times made a great mattress and helped to keep the cold out and if it rained...helped keep the water out of your sleeping bag. He stripped off all of his clothes and climbed beneath the cover over top. I notice when he did so...that he had a hard on going..and shortly there after...I felt his stiff dick pushing against my ass. I reached into my duffle bag above my pillow and found a heavy lubricant and passed it to him. He applied some to his rod and to my sphincter and I felt him slowly ease it in. It was long and thick. He was very gentle in putting it into place and once in...lay quietly beside me until the tenderness subsided. Slowly, he pulled back and then...slowly pushed in again. He stopped to let me rest. His in and out movements continued into the night. It felt good and I was in no hurry to have it end. The more he pushed in and pulled back...the harder my own cock became. I took a bandanna handkerchief and placed it under my dick because I was emitting a lot of pre-cum. After midnight...his thrusts became a little heavier as my breathing become a little heavier. Every time the head of his cock hit my prostate gland...another emission would ooze from my cock. The prostate was getting a very erotic pounding. I had a good erection but I did not touch it yet...because I was afraid that once I started jerking it...I would fire immediately and end the sensation...so I lay there like a bump on a log...wanting to moan out but not wanting to disturb Dewy's deep sleep. Ralph's thrusts increased...and I could feel an orgasm building. My right side was getting numb from laying in the position on my side with my legs pulled up so he had good access to my orifice. As my wrist watched beeped 2:00 AM...he shot his load. I could feel it hit the
sides of the colon walls. It was warm and slick. Ralph pulled out and went outside to take a piss. I followed behind and went a little ways from the tent and squatted down in the rocks to drain. It seemed like his semen leaked out slowly and in a copious amount. I took my bandanna and wiped off the area that now had become very tender. Back in the tent...laying now on my left side...Ralph reversed his direction so he could get access to my cock and popping it into his mouth...started to suck me off. I got supper hard. He took a little more lubricant and pushed his finger into the opening where his cock had just been and pressing on my prostate while he sucked me...I came fast and gave him a mouth full which he swallowed. He turned back around while I wiped myself off...and patting my shoulder...whispered, "Thanks Ben" and went promptly a sleep. I lay there for a bit listening to both he and Dewy breath. It had been a very
stimulating day...and now I wondered if I would ever go to sleep. Shortly thereafter...the rising sun shone into the tent and into our eyes.
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Dewy woke up and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at his smiling face. "Hey there Tiger...How you doing this morning," I chided.
He laughed, "Much better. Ben, I'm sorry for my negative behavior yesterday. I was completely out of line."
I reached over and kissed him back. "It's OK, bud...we all have rough spots now and then. No hard feelings."
"If Aunt Lou and Uncle Doug don't care...is it alright if I come spend Thanksgiving or Christmas with you back home," he asked?
"By all means," I answered back.
He grabbed his pants and boots and slipped into them quickly. "I have to go piss like a race horse," he said as he stepped over me and then over Ralph and dashed out of the tent. While he was out...I dressed quickly lest he see me naked and know what I had done last night with Ralph. I followed outside after getting my boots on...and stepped next to him to pee.
"Ben...I feel like a fool this morning," he said. "Forgive me?"
"Always and completely," I answered him back...and kissed his cheek again after he was done with his stream.
"Now," I said, "let's build up the fire and have some breakfast. I'm starved."
Thursday was a nice day. We wandered over the mountain and hiked into the woods. There is something really appealing about the conifers in the north west. They have a fragrance like no other part of the country. Thursday passed in a flash and then it was Friday. Around noon Pedro and Pablo rode up the mountain on horse back to join us. The temperature had been steadily rising and it was deemed suitable for a swim in the lake after lunch. The five of us rode down the mountain...about a 20 minute ride on horse back and tied our horses at the edge of a large tree. We brought towels and a couple of blankets to lie on and spread them in the shade of a large tree. Stripping off our clothing...we ran into the lake. The first plunge was so cold...but after a few strokes in the water...we warmed up fast. At some point in time...someone had made a dock which jutted out into the lake. The water at the end was about eight feet deep. We cautiously stepped down the remains of the dock and jumped feet first into the water. It was a lot of fun. Nearly an hour passed when we started to climb
out of the lake. Our fingers and toes were wrinkly from being immersed for so long. Dewy and I laid down on the blanket and felt the suns rays on our bodies. Pedro, Pablo and Ralph took the other two blankets.
A jet plane crossed the sky over head. If we squinted, we could barely see the silver fuselage between silver wings. A vapor trail expanded and then dissipated as the vapors broke down in the atmosphere. I looked over at the other guys on the two blankets. Ralph was lying on his stomach with his hands over his head. He looked like he was endeavoring to take a quick nap. I turned to Dewy and asked, "Is sun burn a problem at this elevation?"
"Sometimes," he responded... "but not as a general rule...why?"
I motioned my head in Ralph's direction. His skin was deeply tanned...but the cheeks of his ass were lily white. Dewy laughed, "If he does burn...he might appreciate one of us rubbing his butt with some lotion or sun tan crème."
Pablo looked over at him, " I weel do eet for you...Mr. Dewy...if I can also put some on his hole and then plug heem."
"Go ahead Pablo...let's see you do it."
Pablo got up and took some Coppertone sun tan lotion and applied it to Ralph's back and worked his way down. Ralph woke up and jumped...but when he saw the lotion...laid back down real still while Pablo continued to apply the lotion. He then began rubbing it on Ralph's butt. Ralph just wiggled a bit and acted like he enjoyed it. Squeezing an ample amount onto the crack...he massage it into the depths. Ralph spread his legs a bit for better access. Obviously they had done this before. Placing his finger over the sphincter...he pushed in a little. When Ralph made no protestations...he went deeper. At one point...he was deep enough to massage his prostate from the inside. Ralph began to pant and to encourage him to continue. Pablo slapped a little sun tan lotion on his appendage, placed it on the sphincter opening and pushed in. Ralph moaned but did not object of pull away.
As Pedro watched on...he became exceedingly aroused...and told Ralph to raise up on his hands and knees...which he did. Pedro slid under him with his head towards Pablo's genitalia and once in position...took his hard dick into his mouth. Ralph then did the same to Pedro. They had a perfect "69" going with Pablo banging Ralph's ass for all he was worth. This manage au tois lasted for about ten or twelve minutes when their breathing became more intense and all three of them had ejaculations and orgasms with in seconds of each other. I was almost embarrassed to watch but yet intrigued. Neither Dewy nor I could turn away. I looked over and Dewy was stroking himself. He shot his load all over the blanket. However...I had worked my way to the edge and spilled my seed onto the ground...where ants soon had carried away the residue. Happy Ants...I remember thinking.
We continued to lay on the blankets for a few more minutes to catch our breaths. I was surprised that the hired men would share this outwardly intimate scene with us...but they obviously knew that we were all thinking the same things before we started the adventure.
Lew and Doug rode their horses up to camp on Saturday and spent the day with us. In the afternoon, storm clouds began to grow over the camp and it was decided that it would be wisdom on our parts to return to the ranch rather than get caught in a storm on top of the mountain. It was nearly dusk when we got back. We took our horses to the barn and the hands curried them and gave them food and water. While Lou threw together something for supper...Dewy and I hurriedly showered and put on clean clothes. It felt so good to have a hot shower and clean clothing. As we sat down to the table...all hell broke loose with thunder, lightning and torrents of rain. How good it was to be back home where it was safe. We were tired. Dewy leaned against me while we ate. He almost nodded off a couple of times. After supper was over...and a little visiting...we went to bed. He was
gone as soon as his head hit the pillow. I reached over and kissed his cheek as he began to lightly snore. Reaching under the covers...I ran my hand over his naked ass then reached over and took his soft cock in my hands. It was warm and I held it for quite a while. Patting him on the butt one more time and kissing the back of his neck...I turned out the light and soon was fast asleep.
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I set my suitcase down on the train platform and the duffle bag next to it. Lou embraced me and kissed the side of my face. Doug shook my hand and again told me that it had been a delight to see me again...and he hoped I would return next summer. They then walked hand in hand back into the station. Dewy stood in front of me staring into my eyes. He smiled and I smiled back. Because there were other people on the platform...he extended his hand and shook my hand and told me that he would see me next Thanksgiving or Christmas depending on his school schedule. He turned to walk away...then turned back and grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me into a hard hug.
"I love you Ben. I love you so very much, my friend."
"I love you too kid," I answered him back. Unconcerned about what people standing around would think...he quickly kissed me on the side of my face...and then stepped back and shook my hand again. The train whistle blew and the conductor called, "Board." I stepped up the steps and went inside my coach...finding a seat by the window...where I could see him. We waved at each other until we lost sight of the station. It had been a great summer thus far. I would miss the little squirt. Now...my task would be to settle back and endure the long ride back to home.
As it grew dark...I walked to the dinning car for a bit to eat before going to the sleeper car where I had wisely booked a birth for the return trip. The conductor was drawing the curtains and asked if there was anything further he could do for me.
"No, ... thanks," I said. "Oh...I notice that you have pulled the curtain on the other side. Is there a passenger sleeping there as well," I asked.
"Yes sir, there is...but he is a rather quiet individual...a young man about your age... named Clark Broadie."