This is the THIRD of 26 chapters.
I have never been one to participate in _s_e_x_ with juveniles. Although I must admit that I was tempted with Jeffery, and it took much willpower to release my hold on his hard little boydick, but I know that I must live with my own conscience, and this boy was special in many ways, far too special to jeopardize a budding relationship with such a destructive and volitile behavior.
I have also never been one to deny a boys most basic needs, and although I am very strict and demanding that a boy ask my permission to perform such basic functions, I have never denied any boy that right. I wasn't about to start now, so when this boy so desparately asked for my permission to cum, I certainly was obliged to oblige, and although it seemed at the time that my task at hand, namely whipping his ass, was a primary source from which he drew his _s_e_x_ual energy, my experience with boys led me to believe that _s_e_x_ual energy was potential in all boys anyway, and my physical punishment simply transformed that energy into the sort of kinetic power any 15 year old boy would find in whatever physical aggression he experienced. Fifteen year old boys get hard and cum. It's that simple, with or without my presence. Therefore, I gave my permission, continued to blister his boybutt, and he came,
and he came,
and he came.
He layed across my knee and shook as he cried for five minutes while I rubbed his butt. I reached under me, pulled my bandana from my pocket, held it in front of his nose, and said, "Blow, son."
He blew, and then he wiped his eyes and blew again. "I'm sorry, Cowboy. I'm sorry," he cried.
"About what, son?" I asked.
"I couldn't help it. I just couldn't help it, sir. Please don't be mad at me. I'm really sorry," he continued to cry.
"Hop up, boy," I said and turned him and hugged him to me. He laid his head against my chest and the tears ran like a waterfall. I rubbed the back of his head, and said, "Son, don't you EVER apologize to me unless I tell you to. You didn't do anything wrong, boy, and there's nothing to apologize for."
He backed up, looked down at my jeans, and said, "but I messed up your pants."
"Did I give you permission to cum, son?" I asked.
He looked up at me and answered quizically, "Yessir."
"Don't you think I was well aware of where your dick was and what it was about to do?"
"Yessir," he answered, and those little dimples appeared again in his rosey cheeks.
"So who is responsible for the mess on my britches then, son?"
"You, sir?"
"That is correct," I answered as I pushed him away from me. I reached down, unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them. Then I emptied the pockets, handed them to him and said, "Now you take these down to that creek, boy and you scrub them good and ring them out as best you can and hurry your ass back here with 'em."
"Yessir," he said loudly, and ran off to the creek. Of course I watched his bubblebutt bounce as he went.
I then went over and stirred the coals, pushing some to the side of the fire, and placed a grill on top of some rocks already in place. I picked up the iron skillet and placed it on the grill over the hot coals. Then I rolled a log out near the fire, sat down on it, and waited for the boy to return. As I sat there watching the sparks fly up from the fresh log and swirl with the heat over and above the skillet, I felt myself smiling.
I could hear the water spashing in the creek, and I could hear the boy singing in his boyish way. I didn't know the song he sang, nor did I care. I was captivated by the moment. Could this boy actually be happy enough to sing?
He broke the spell as he came trottin' back up to the fire with my jeans wrapped around his neck like a scarf. "Just spread 'em out on top of the tent, and then get that bucket and go fill it with water."
He was real quick to say "Yessir," and go do as I told him. He was back in a flash.
"Now pour about a half inch into that skillet, don't let the steam burn you, and then fill that coffee pot and put it over the flames. I need a caffein fix," I commanded, and his dimples deepened as he said "Yessir, Cowboy SIR."
"Now you get those potatoes out of that cooler, and put them in the skillet, and lay those two steaks on the grill over those coals. You like steak, don't you son?" I asked.
"YESSIR, I sure do!" he answered with a grin.
I opened a can of beans and sat them on the grill next to the skillet, and he busied himself doing the things I told him. "Now, get that blanket out of the tent and lay it down over there, sorta near the fire. Get those pillows too, son."
"Yessir," he answered and did his chores hurriedly.
"Now go fill that bucket up again and hurry back here," I ordered. "Yessir." he replied and was off again. I removed my underwear and t-shirt, and just as I leaned over to turn the steaks I heard him coming up behind me. Then he stopped without saying a word. I took my time turning the steaks and poking around the fire just to see if he would come forward and bring the water I'd sent him for, but he didn't move. I stood up, stretched, and then made a very large jesture of reaching down and scratching my nuts, just to see if he was paying attention. His silence indicated that he was, so I quickly turned around and lunged toward him. He shrieked, dropped the bucket and started to run out of reflex. I laughed so hard I nearly peed right there on the ground, and then he started laughing too. I then noticed that when the bucket hit the ground it had splashed up on him and gotten his whole midsection wet. The fire glistened off his wet skin like glittering gold, and then I noticed his dick, standing at attention, the head a deep purple. He saw my gaze, and I saw him blush. He reached down, picket up the bucket, and scampered off to the creek again saying "Be right back, Cowboy, sir."
I ran after him, and as he entered the creek I bolted in behind him, tackled him and threw him down into the water. He tried to fight free of my grip, but I reached out as he twisted away, grabbed his boysack in my hand and pulled him down into the water with me again. He sat down hard, and I could tell his butt smarted as he winced when he hit. I then said "Bathtime, boy," picked up the bucket and dumped it on his head. He hollered and sputtered as water ran over his face. Then I plopped down in the creek and rolled onto my stomach, stretching out to cover my body with water.
He did the same, and soon we were both covered in water and sand, and laying side by side in the creek, looking up at the stars. "This is the best," he said, as silence became almost too overwhelming.
"Yep, it''s right nice, ain't it?" I agreed. "You just lie still son, and I'll teach you 'THE COWBOY WAY' to take a creek bath," I said as I reached into the creek bottom and came up with a hand full of sand.
"Yessir, that'll be great, sir," he answered as he folded his arms behind his head and relaxed.
I kneeled down over him. with my legs on either side of his hips, and dribbled some sand from my hands onto his neck, chest, arms and torso. Then I began to rub in circular motions, the gritty sand acting as a defoliant and cleanser. He closed his eyes and smiled. I continued down his thighs, legs and chins. I slid down further and sat in the sand with his feet propped on my legs. I massaged each foot with the sand and rinsed it as he cooed and purred. I then told him to roll over.
"Yessir." he said softly as he followed directions. I repeated the process, until I got to his buttcheeks. They were still quite pink, and I knew he was anticipating it might hurt to have the sand rubbed into them, so I surprised him by diggin' into the bottom and comin' up with a ball of cold, grey clay. I laid the ball against his boyhole, worked it into a slippery mush which I spread lightly all over his cheeks. He groaned and began to writhe slightly, and as I worked the sludge into his crack and down between his cheeks, he spread his legs apart slightly and raised his ass up. I rinsed him with water and then I slapped his ass hard as I said, "OK, My turn."
I laid down and he commenced give this old Cowboy the bath to end all baths. He finished with my feet, and I started to turn over when he said, "Wait a minute, sir. I'm not quite through, yet." I laid back with my head propped on my arms, and watched with amazement as he got a hand full of clay and headed for my crotch.
Needless to say, I had a raging boner, but this was too much. "Oh, no. I can't let you do that, son." I said as I flipped over. He didn't say a word, and I hoped I didn't hurt his feelings, but I had to draw the line here. After all, I am the adult, and I have to make some decisions for both of us.
The bath finished and both of us well rinsed, I said, "You run check those steaks, son. He took off like a shot, running so fast he tripped and fell up the bank. He disappeared in the darkness and I wondered if I had shattered his bubble. I still had a raging hardon and hoped it would go away before he noticed it.
Then out of the darkness, he leaped into the creek and spreadeagled in front of me, face down. He threw his head back and said, "I turned 'em over, sir, and I fell and got muddy. I need another bath," and then he flipped over on his back and propped his head up with his arms waiting.
I splashed a torent of water on him repeatedly, then I stood over him, reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. I then ducked down, grabbed him around the waist, threw him over ny shoulder, grabbed the bucket in my other hand, and carried him like a sack of feed back to the fire.
I lowered him down onto the blanket and slapped his butt. He rolled into a sitting position and shook the water from his hair. "I need to pee, sir, May I?" he asked as he looked up at me.
"Sure, me too as a matter of fact," I answered. I walked over behind the woodpile, and he came up next to me and reached down and circled his hand around his half-hard dick. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as he watched the piss begin to run from my dick, increase into a steady stream and land with a spatter about four feet in front of me. Then he started to pee, and I noticed by the arc that he way pissing through a hardon. 15 year old boys sure are horny little buggers.
As my piss began to ebb, I released my grip, closed my eyes and clasped my fingers behind my head and stretched, arching my back slightly. Then I felt his hand gently grip my dick, and I jerked to attention. "Please, Cowboy. I just want to feel it. I never felt anybodies dick before except mine, and I just want to know how it feels."
The flow of urine stopped abruptly, and the swelling began, and I just froze. His hand began to move slowly, squeezing slightly, and sliding up and down the shaft. My _c_o_c_k_ jumped. and I backed away. "That's enough," I said, as I turned and headed back to the fire. It seemed this boy was hell-bent on feeling me up, and I was hell-bent on NOT letting him.
"Soups on." I called as I noticed that the steaks were done. "Get the plates and stuff and I'll fix us a place to eat."
"Yessir," he quietly said, almost under his breath, as I removed the steaks from the grill.
We ate in total silence. "Now, brush your teeth and lets hit the hay. We've got lots of work to get done this weekend, son, and I'm pretty tired." He stood up, and headed to the tent to get the toothbrush I told him was there for him, and then silently, almost weakly. made his way toward the creek. I let him get out of sight, then I got my owm toothbrush and followed him.
"You realize that you are a minor and _s_e_x_ between us is against the law," I said as I walked up behind him.
"Yessir, I just wanted to feel a real mans dick. I didn't want to have _s_e_x_ or nothin' like that with you, sir. I just like touchin', and I hope you ain't mad or disappointed with me..."
"I AM disappointed, son, but not because of that. I'm disappointed cause you failed to say 'Yessir' to me when I told you to brush your teeth."
"I'm sorr...." he started but I put my hand over his mouth before he could finish. "I told you never to apologize to me, son, unless I tell you to. Now you go on up there and stand by that fire and dry off and I'll be there in a minute."
He turned and headed up the bank, then stopped, turned back to me, smiled, and said,"Yessir, Cowboy, SIR," and then he saluted as he turned and left. I realized then this _c_o_c_k_y kid had a lot to learn, and I was just the man to teach him.
When I returned to the fire he was standing in front of it, bent slightly, and brushing his hair briskly with his hand.. I went into the tent, and came out with a small bag. I walked up behind him, reached around his chest and hugged him to me. He reached up with his hands and held my arms. "You have a lesson coming, son, and I hope you're ready to learn it," I said.
He just stood there for a few seconds and then said, "Yessir, if you say so, sir."
"I say so, boy. Now you go over there and sit your ass down on that log," I said as I pointed to the log I had placed between his feet earlier. I followed close behind, and when he sat down, I placed a towel over the log behind his back. "Now son, you just lie back on this towel and balance yourself with your arms."
He looked at me for a second, answered, "yessir," and laid back.
I kneeled down in front of him, pushed his feet far apart to spread his legs, and then I poured some warm water onto a bathcloth and laid it over his groin area. He immediately raised his head and looked up at me."Don't you move, boy, or I might get a little wreckless with this thing," I said gruffly, as I help up the straight razor in front of him.
His eyes got as big as saucers, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but I flicked the blade and _c_o_c_k_ed my head. He said "Yessir," and laid back down, covering his eyes with his hand.
I removed the wet towel, and poured a few drops of baby oil into my palm. I then began to rub the oil into his pubic hair, starting at his navel and working down around his dick and under his nutsack. I gently massaged the oil into his dick and cupped his balls as I firmly squeezed them. His face tightened into a wince, but he kept his hand over his eyes. Amazingly, his dick wasn't hard at all, but laid soft and supple against his left thigh. I lowered the razor onto his belly below his navel, and said, "You move, you lose, boy."
"..sir," was all he whispered.
I began to scrape off his curly, orange bush, slowly and methodically, as an artist lays each stroke of his brush onto the canvas. Now his dick began to rise, so I took the towel, and rolled it into a roll. laying it between his dick and his belly. Then I pulled down, causing his dick to bend down until it pointed straight down between his legs. I then tucked each end of the towel under his ass and said, "you keep that towel there, son, or that little pecker of yours is gonna get a closer shave than you want."
"Yessir, I will. You better believe I will, sir," he answered as he clenched his butt tight against the log, holding the towel in place. And he did just that.
When the hairs above his dick were gone, I reached down and tugged the towel out from under him. His dick popped up and slapped his belly with a loud snap, and his dimples reappeared. I then said, "Be still, boy. Now I'm gonna finish."
"Yessir!" he said, and he placed his arm behind his head and watched. I raised his boysack and began to shave that area I call the "tween" at the base of the balls, in front of his boyhole. I then proceeded to his tight little balls, which were drawn up again into a knot against the base of his throbbing dick. Each time I made a scrape with the razor, he inhaled and his dick jumped. I wiped him off with the damp towel, and then told him to stand up. He did so, and looked down at his hairless dick and balls. "Can I feel it, sir?" he asked.
"Yep," I answered. His hand immediately went to his balls and he gently cupped them and rubbed around the base of his shaft before he reached down with his other hand and rubbed on top of his dick and his belly, below his navel to the place where his dick jumped up against the back of his hand. " It feels weird, but kinda good," he said and the dimples got deeper as he grinned.
"Spread those legs apart, boy," I said as he began to get too involved in his self-exploration. He did so, and I pushed his head down some 'til he bent at the waist and then I popped his butt with my hand. "You say 'YESSIR' to me, boy!" I yelled in his ear, and popped him again.
"YESSIR." he yelled as he bent further down and squeezed his dick hard.
I moved in front of him and slightly to the side as I placed my left leg between his and reached up with my left arm, hooked it behind his neck and forced him to bend over further, until his head was against my side and his crotch was against my leg. I then reached my right hand down between his spread cheeks, and grabbed his boysack and pulled down on it. He bent his knees and settled onto my thigh. I released my hold and then I said in the roughest, meanest voice I could muster," Son. I'm gonna burn that ass up with my hand, and I want you to keep yours on that dick while I do it. You understand me boy?"
"Yesir," he answered, and I saw his buttcheeks clench tight.
I began to slam my hand into his butt, forcing his crotch into my leg with each swat. He began to breathe hard. I continued to lecture him as I popped his ass.
"You're gonna learn "WHAM"
to do things "WHAM"
MY way, "WHAM"
son, "WHAM"
and if the only "WHAM"
way "WHAM"
to teach you "WHAM"
is through "WHAM
your "WHAM"
butt "WHAM",
then that "WHAM"
is how "WHAM"
I'll do it. "WHAM"
At this point, he was sniveling, and his ass was rosey red with my handprint enbedded on both cheeks. But I had only begun, and he had a lot to learn.
"Now, boy. I want you to get down there on that blanket, on your hands and knees, and stick that ass up as high as you can"
"Yessir," he answered as he crawled into position.
I straddled the prone boy, facing the opposite direction, with my nuts hanging just above his back, between his shoulder blades. I dropped onto my knees, locking his head between my legs and pushing it down almost onto the blanket. "Now, spread those legs, boy, and get that ass up high," I demanded.
"Yessir" he gritted through his teeth, and I relaxed my leghold so he could breathe more freely.
My nuts were resting on the back of his neck, and I said, "son, you get a grip on that dick of yours, and I want you to jack it until you are ready to shoot. Then you ask my permission, boy, and I'll decide if you've earned the right or not. Is THAT CLEAR, BOY?"
"YESSIR," came the answer as he grabbed his dick and started stroking. I proceeded to slap his ass hard with the open palm of my hand, making sure to let it stay against his cheek after it landed, then rub the spot just slapped so the sting was pretty intense. I used my whole upper body to force the slaps into his cheeks, and he grunted each time my hand came in contact, but he also was hunching his hips at a rapid pace into his hand. Only five slaps on his butt, and he breathlessly asked, " May I , sir? Please, CUM, sir?"
I decided to intensify it with my answer as I continued to spank his ass.
"Yeah, boy...."WHAP"
You need to shoot "WHAP"
that boy juice, son, "WHAP"
shoot it boy, "WHAP"
all over this blanket, son, "WHAP"
You shoot that juice boy, "WHAP"
shoot it hard boy, "WHAP"
shoot it, son, shoot off for me, boy,
show me how you can shoot that boy juice, son!"
and as he cried out into the night with a sound like an animal being slaughtered, I stood up, and he raised his head just in time to catch the first splat of boycum on his chin, then I heard the fire crackle, as his second , and third squirts flew six and seven feet through the air to land in the middle of those blazing embers. Through his panting and yelling, he was unconscious of my own juices spraying around his legs and feet as I came in torrents.
"Stand up," I ordered, and he did so as he barely squeaked out "yessir." I picked up the towel, walked to the woodpile and laid it over the logs. "Now, boy, You've had your fun, it's time to pay. You bend over that pile of wood, and let that boydick rest. I'm gonna work on teaching your butt some more about my rules," I said as I walked to the tent and picked up my belt.
"Please, sir, My ass is already sore. I promise to be good, sir. I will remember to say yessir, Cowboy. I will. Please don't, sir."
"You do as I told you, boy, and do it NOW, son or I'll use that bullwhip."
"Yessir," he cried real tears, as he leaned over the woodpile and tightened his boycheeks in anticipation of the butt blistering he knew he was fixin' to get.
I drew back and let my belt do it's thing, and that boy jumped, and squirmed, and cried out loud, but he took all ten licks without coming off that woodpile.
I hugged him for a few minutes, then sent him to bed. He sprawled out on his belly, legs spread, with those red cheeks shining in the firelight. I sat in my chair and just stared for a good 30 minutes while he fell asleep and began to snore slightly.
I poked the fire, added a log, and then I laid down next to the sleeping boy with the redhot ass. I reached down and began to stroke the fire that was burning in my crotch again. It was gonna be a very long night.