The Watermelon Thief 12-14


by Culloden Cowboy <Cullodencowboy@starband.net>

THE WATERMELON THIEF Chapter 12

Before the piss quit dripping from my _c_o_c_k_, he held his hand out, palm up, as he said, "Pay up!" I just stared at him for a few seconds, fighting the urge to laugh, as he continued, "Would you consider that HUMOROUS, or SMART ASS?"

Still gripping my half-hard _c_o_c_k_, I pinched my urethra as I contracted my muscle. Then I loosened my grip as I pushed the head of my _c_o_c_k_ in his direction, ejecting the last spurt of urine onto his hand and arm, "YEP!" I blurted out, as I let it fly.

Not to be outdone, he looked at his hand, then up at me, then he raised his hand to his lips and licked his palm. "Ummmmmmm! Tasty!" he commented, without cracking a smile.

I grabbed his arm, swang him around and firmly smacked his ass as I said, "Get your butt back to that camp, boy!"

He leapt, grabbed his cheeks with both hands and ran back to the fire chanting, "YESIR, YESIR, YESIR, YESIR, yesir."

I shook my head and was still smiling as I ducked back under the tarp. He was holding his ass, smiling as he watched me intently, I supposed guarding against another smack because he kept his backside turned away from me. I noticed his hard dick standing up in salute as I asked, "Does that watch have an alarm?"

"Yessir," he answered as he looked at it.

"Set it for 6," I said. "We need to get up and get ready to go as soon as we can." He answered and commenced to set it as I continued, "So, we need to turn in and get some sleep. Go get those quilts and bring 'em out here, and get the pillows, too. We'll bunk here by the fire tonight.

"KEWL!" he said as he went to the tent. I opened up my lounge and lowered the foot to the ground, the back raised just slightly. I figured I'd just snooze here, and let the boy have the ground. As I sat down and laid back in my chair, he returned.

"You can bed down right there by the fire," I said, indicating the ground near my feet."

"Where're you gonna sleep?" he asked.

"I'm gonna sit right here in this chair for awhile and relax. I might just stay here," I replied. I folded my hands behind my head and watched as he busied himself with his nest-building. I noticed how his boydick wagged and bobbed in front of him like a flagpole as he worked. My own _c_o_c_k_ jumped and pulsed uncontrollably as I watched him, and I was convinced that my decision on SEPARATE sleeping arrangements was wise.

My arousal level was very high anyway, for a 50 year old man. Hell, my dick stayed about half hard most of the time, and this boy had increased that to nearly full-throttle. I stretched my body staright, reaching down and enclosing my _c_o_c_k_ between my forearms and clasping my fingers together and squeezing as I felt it throb into rock-hard arousal. I cupped my nuts with one hand, and captured my shaft in the other in an attempt to cover my state from Jeffery's gaze as he moved the straight-backed chair I had previously used for his spanking.

He placed it right beside me, on my left, and placed a pillow in it as he asked, "Cowboy, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Son, I already told you. You can ask me ANYTHING, ANYTIME," I answered smiling.

He smiled back as he said, "Oh yeah, I forgot." He continued 'arranging' stuff as he talked. "Today when you said 'ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AN' SPANKIN', well what did that mean?"

"Well, that was just a joke," I said, smiling. "I was bein' 'HUMOROUS'. You know all about that."

"So you didn't really MEAN it? I mean, about everything bein' fair and all, I mean in spankin' and love an all?" he asked, seriously as he'd ever been to me.

This boy was rapidly earnin' himself the title of "KING of the LEADING QUESTION", and I wasn't sure HOW I should answer him. I WAS sure that a simple YES or NO wouldn't work here.

As I pondered my response, I though about my convictions to be up-front and honest, and my promise to Jack about helping. I also thought about the relationship that was developing here, and what my role and responsibility was as I answered. "Son. I ALWAYS mean what I say. ALWAYS."

"Then you mean that everything about love and everything about spankin' is "fair", right? Well what about ME? Does that mean just for you or for ME, too?"

"What it means is, if somebody makes a mistake, or makes a wrong decision about somethin', it can be forgiven. And that goes for BOTH of us, me AND you. Of course, with spankin' it means my HAND will forgive your ASS!" I answered, then added with concern," Why, do you think I haven't been fair about somethin'?"

"Oh, NOSIR!" he nearly jumped to my side as he answered. "You've been real fair, about everything. You're KEWL, Cowboy." He folded a quilt and laid it down on the ground beside me in front of where he stood, as he continued, "so it'd be fair if I asked you to do somethin'? I mean somethin' that had to do with spankin'?"

"Sure, son. I think it'd be fair, but you might not like my answer," I warned, attempting to 'COVER MY ASS'.

He reached into the folded quilt and held out a bottle of Baby Lotion to me as he asked, smiling, "Would you rub my butt with this? PLEASE?"

As I took the bottle from him, grinning, I realized it was very cold. He'd had it in the cooler. This was a smart kid. I wasn't sure how to respond, and as I was about to tell him to turn around, he kneeled down on the quilt next to me and then layed across my lap, resting his head on the pillow in the chair on my left. This little rascal had this all set up as I had watched, ignorantly absorbed in my thoughts. "Did you bring this lotion with you without my permission?" I asked, looking at the back of his head.

He shifted his body, pushing his hard boydick against the side of my leg, reached under his chest and gently cradled my manhood, nuts and all, in his hand, and settled back down as he said, "YESSIR." Then he spread his legs as he asked, innocently, "Is that a stripe, sir?"

"No, son," I answered. I then popped his ass hard with my palm as I said, "That's FORGIVENESS!"

He tensed, and raised his ass up as he tightened his grip on my nuts. I raised the bottle of lotion above his blistered butt and squeezed. He squeeled as the cold lotion drizzled over his blazing cheeks like mustard on a hot bun. I lowered my hand and began to spread the lotion on his hot buttcheeks as I asked, "What's the matter son? Is it COLD?"

I dipped my finger into his crack to catch a glob of lotion that was slowly rolling down toward his exposed 'tween spot. I brushed over his puckered boyhole in route and came to rest just above his tight boysack as he sighed his answer, "Nosir, it feels great." He gyrated his butt lewdly, but I wasn't sure if the lewdness was mine in my observation, or his in his action. The fact that his dick pulsed against my leg as mine pulsed in his hand indicated both.

Any guilt I was beginning to feel disolved with his next question. "Cowboy, do you think that love and spankin' can go together? I mean, like one thing?"

I squeezed some more lotion onto his crack and slowly rubbed it across his hole and down over his 'tween as I answered, "Yep. I think your daddy loved you, and he spanked you didn't he?"

"Yessir, but that ain't what I mean. I mean, like, can you love gettin' spanked? he asked, and then added, "cause I think I do."

" I think you just LOVE the attention, son," I said as I rubbed back up his crack, onto his upper buttocks.

"Well, yessir, I do, but that's not it either. I mean, what you're doin' now feels great and all, but I mean, like, well....." and he paused.

Amazed at how fast his cheeks were soaking up this lotion, and also at how rapidly each cold drop dissipated as it was instantly heated by his skin, I unscrewed the cap and poured a pool right onto his hole. He tensed momentarily, and then he spread his legs as wide as he could, letting out a slight groan. I realized I'd poured too much lotion, so I scooped some up and layered it onto his lower back with a rolling motion of my palm. He shivered. I sat the bottle down, rubbed my hands together, and then began to rub his cheeks with my left hand as I lowered my right to catch the excess that was trickling down his balls.

As I touched the back of his boysack he moaned and raised his hips up, causing his dick to rub against my leg again, then "PLOP" as it flipped past my leg and up against his belly. He lowered himself onto my lap again, pressing his dick into my thigh, and began to pump his hips slightly.

"Oh, no you don't!" I said as I reached underneath him, grabbed his dick and bent it back. I held it tightly as I pushed his butt down to wedge it against the side of my leg again."You're not gonna cum tonight, boy." I stated emphatically.

"Nosir. I know," he said, "but, would you just hold me like that for awhile? While you rub? It feels so good, kinda like ....peaceful.....kinda like....... HOME."

I didn't bother to answer. I didn't bother to argue either. I just rubbed.

I must admit that I did enjoy feeling this boys hot ass, and cupping his balls, surrounding them and pulling down slightly as I circled him with my fingers and slid them down and around his dick, gently milkin' it down and around the head and back up the shaft, over his balls, sliding on each side of his 'tween with my fingers, then pinching the lips of his hole before I replayed the same journey.

As I made the fourth trip up his shaft and began to circle his dickhead again, he said, "That's what I mean. That happens when I get spanked. I always get hard when I get spanked. That's what I mean about love and spankin' bein' like one thing. I think I love gettin' spanked."

"I think it's normal for a boy to get aroused from spanking, son. I think most 15 year old boys get aroused at just about anything!" I justified.

"Yeah, but I really do like it. I mean, even when I'm NOT gettin' one, I think about it, and I get hard. That's what I think about when I get hard, and....well, you know....when I.... jack off," he said softly.

"You jack off?!?" I sarcastically joked. I didn't wait for an answer, I really didn't expect one, as I said, "Me too."

"Spankin' makes you hard, too?" he asked as he raised his head off the pillow.

"Yeah, lots of things get me hard, but I meant that I jack off, too," I verified, then swallowed my words as a I felt both our _c_o_c_k_s pulse. I added, "You're hard now, and you're not gettin spanked."

"Yeah, but I'm thinkin' 'bout it, though!" he stated. Then he squeezed and milked my rod as he said, "So are you. You're hard now, and you ain't spankin' me."

"Yeah, but I'm thinkin' 'bout it though!" I said as I popped his butt with my hand. He laughed, and then he laid his head back down onto his pillow as I resumed rubbing. I closed my eyes, allowing the senses and sounds of the night to engulf me. I felt myself drifting toward the edge of consciousness that preceeds sleep.

"Cowboy, do you think somebody can have _s_e_x_ with somebody and not love 'em?" he asked, instantly jerking me back to reality. "I mean, like havin' _s_e_x_ a bunch of times, well, a few times anyway, well, sorta having _s_e_x_, anyway. Do you think they can? Huh?"

"I think prob'ly lots of people have _s_e_x_ with people they don't really love. They just....LIKE 'em.....a bunch.....well, especially the _s_e_x_ part, anyway." I answered, sorta bewildered.

"Well, do you think a person can do things, _s_e_x_ things, with somebody, for awhile....and then just stop doin' it...and .... not feel like.... like somethin's ...missin'? Is that possible?" he asked.

"Well, son," I paused, wondering where THIS was gonna go. Then I attempted an answer. "I think that depends on what kinda _s_e_x_ things they been doin', and if they're doin' 'em with somebody else instead. Some folks tend to move from one relationship to another. These days I guess that's about normal."

I poured some more lotion into my hand and continued to rub as he asked, "Cowboy, What's ABOUT NORMAL? I mean, what does NORMAL mean?"

I took a few seconds to assimilate what he was driving at, and thought about what general example I could use that would easily draw out whatever his ultimate question might be."Well, son. The way I see it is, if you take a group of LIKE individuals, say, for instance, layin' hens. Let's say you took 10 hens, and you put those hens in a pen with some nest boxes. Now normally a hen'll lay an egg a day, so let's say in five days you oughta have around 50 eggs in those nests. That'd be about normal."

'_d_a_m_n_, I'm GOOD!' I thought to myself.

Then came the next question. "But what if there was only 40 eggs. What then?"

"Well, That would mean either some got broken, sometimes they'll eat 'em themselves, or maybe one hen isn't layin', or maybe several hens are just layin' every OTHER day instead of EVERY day," I answered proudly.

"Well, what about the hen that only lays every other day? What do you call her? NOT normal?" he asked.

I was beyond guessing what this was about, so I answered, "Yeah, I guess compared to the group, she's not normal."

"I'm not normal." he stated, matter of factly.

Dumbfounded, and with chill bumps riding my neck I shot back,"Why, you only lay every other day?"

He laughed as he answered, "NOSIR.." then he quietly, solemnly added, "but I get hard about spankins and I think about 'em when I jack off. I mean, I think about me and my daddy and get hard and jack off thinkin' about him spankin' me over his lap, and me holdin' onto 'im. I still think about that sometimes when I jack off. Other boys don't. They think about girls and stuff, but I think about my daddy....." he paused, and I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of anything to say. Then he continued............and YOU."

"You think about ME?" I shouted without thinking.

"Yessir, I have. I thought about what it'd be like for you to spank me. See? That's what I mean, That ain't NORMAL. I ain't NORMAL.

I started, sure of WHERE I needed to go, but NOT sure of HOW to get there. "Son, You got balls anda dick, ain'tcha?

"Yessir." he laughed.

"And that dick gets hard, don't it?" I continued.

"YESSIR!" he answered and I felt his dick pulse in my hand.

"And when that dick gets hard it shoots a load of cum, don't it?" I asked as I squeezed his boyhood.

"YESSIR!" he said.

"Then I'd say you're NORMAL, boy!" I replied as I popped his ass again with my open palm.

"But what about that hen?" he asked quizzically.

"What about her? So, she lays an egg every OTHER day instead of EVERY day. Hell, I'd say that's NORMAL... for her!" I ended.

"Oh, YEAH?...Oh,..O K.." he resigned.

For another several minutes we just held each other in blissful peace. I continued to satisfy both our desires by rubbing and caressing his boyhood. His response to my touch was as natural and normal as a purring kitten being rubbed my it's master.

He stretched, yawned, and said softly, "Cowboy, can I just LIVE here, forever?"

"WHAT?" I asked, confused and afraid.

"I mean, right HERE.... just like THIS....from NOW on..... This feels like... well.... like....HOME sorta.... You know? I mean....like I'm SPOSED to be here....like this...with YOU doin' that...."

His voice trailed off as I closed my eyes, feeling the rhythm of his breathing as I continued rubbing.......and I softly, almost moaning, answered............"yeah............."

THE WATERMELON THIEF Chapter 13

That soft whisper still lingered in the air as I became aware of a gentle warmth surrounding my manhood."Time for a wake-up and a warm-up," interupted my soft slumber. I opened my eyes to see Jeffery, his face staring at mine. As he extended his hand to me offering me a cup of coffee, I felt his other hand squeeze my nuts, then gently stroke up and down my throbbing shaft.

Good morning, son," I said groggily, yawning as I took the cup from him.

"Mornin' Cowboy," he said as he stood up and stretched his arms back behind his head. He arched his body back, rising up on his toes, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. His boyhood stood right in front of my face, at full arousal. I stared for a second at the bulbous, purple head, flared slightly.

I reached out and cupped his butt cheek with my open palm and pulled him to me as I said, "Turn around, son. Let me get a look at that sweet ass of yours." He turned as he stepped up to me. I sat my cup down and spread his cheeks apart to peer at his puckered hole.

I brushed against it lightly with my index finger, and he shivered as he said. "I already took a creek bath, was that OK?"

"That's fine," I replied. "I need one too, but that's OK, I guess I'll just have to do it alone."

"Nosir, I'll keep you company. I need to _s_h_i_t_ anyway, so I just figured I could do that while you bathe. You want me to fix breakfast now?" he asked as he squatted down and began to poke the fire.

"No, we're gonna eat in town when we go to take the watermelons." I answered as I sipped my coffee.

"Oh, KEWL!" he said excitedly with a little grin.

"Come here," I said as I reached out for him. He stepped to me and I leaned in, grabbed him around the waist and kissed him on the thigh. Then I Licked a trail up to his belly. He giggled and squirmed a little as I dug my fingers into his boycrack, pulling him against me. I placed my cheek against his thigh, then I turn quickly and blew a raspberry right next to the base of his erect dick. He squeeled and jumped, but my grip on his buns prevented his escape.

I noticed that his butt felt cool, and so I pulled him around, and as I fondled them I said, "I think these cheeks are a little cool. I think maybe they need a warm-up."

I was just about to swing him over my lap when a horn sounded three times. "Somebodies at the gate, son," I said. "Put on your drawers and go see who it is."

"Yessir he called as he sprinted to the tent. He was running for the gate within 30 seconds. I got up and walked to the tent to get my jeans. Just as I was stepping into them, Jack's truck pulled up and Jeffery jumped out before it even stopped. I pulled up my jeans and buttoned the top button as Jack stepped out.

"You're out early this mornin'." I called as I grabbed my belt and started toward him.

"Well. I'm either too late for the fun, or right on time," he grinned as he gazed down at my crotch. I looked down to find my dick lookin' back up at me, standing out of my fly like a snake ready to strike.

Slightly embarassed, I explained, "I just got up...and...well...I'm up!" I shrugged and sorta chuckled.

"Well, Karen's mom called, and she's in the hospital," he stated. "She had some chest pains last night so the ambulance took her in and they admitted her. Karen and the girls just left headed there. I don't think it's too serious, but Karen wanted to go see what she could do, so she went Anyway, I just wanted to let Jeff know, and to tell you they wouldn't be coming over for a swim."

"Well, I hope she'll be OK. How long is Karen gonna stay?" I asked.

"She said she'd call me tonight around six and let me know. The girls start school next Monday, but they're supposed to register Thursday, so I guess she'll be hame by then, anyway. So, I guess I'm batchin' it for awhile."

"Well, you're welcome to hang out over here if you want, but I guess you're sorta lookin' forward to some peace and quiet alone, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, you can hang out over here and see how many of Cowboys rules you can break, and then he can tear your ass up.....AGAIN!" Jeffery laughed.

"I'm sure yours is raw by now, TWIRP!" Jack shot back.

"ASS-HOLE!" Jeffery yelled.

"_f_u_c_k_ YOU!" Jack fumed, flipping Jeffery the finger.

"YOU WISH YOU COULD, CAUSE YOU SURE AIN'T _f_u_c_k_IN' YOUR WIFE!" Jeffery screamed.

"HEY!"... I yelled in the deepest voice I could manage.

"JEFFERY!!!!....JACK!!!! "FRONT..AND...CENTER!!!!!"

"N O W !!!!!! BOYS!!!!!"

I pointed sharply at the ground at my feet as I commanded their attention.

"Yessir" they chimed as they approached. Both boys stood with their eyes on the ground, like two little boys caught at bein' naughty.

"STRIP!" I screamed at them. "NOW!"

They both shed their clothes immediately, but I only heard Jeffery's meak reply."Turn around!" I demanded, and as they obeyed, I walked over and retrieved the towel from the campsite. "Come on!" I said to them as I walked past them, headed for the old oak tree. I laid the towel over the trunk and stood beside it. I propped my left foot up on the trunk and pointed to my raised thigh. "Jeffery, come here!"

"Yessir," he answered as he came.

I took his drawers from him and laid them over the tree as I ordered, "You sit down right there, boy, facing that way. Lie back with your belly under my leg and your hands behind your head in a sit-up position."

"Yesir" he complied.

"JACK! You come right here. boy!" I yelled as I pointed to Jefferies feet. "You bend over my leg. son." He looked at me, hesitating. "I mean NOW! SON!" I yelled.

"Yesir," I heard him whisper as he bent forward.

"You lock your arms under your brothers knees and keep 'em locked 'til I say to let go! You GOT THAT, SON?" I asked him gruffly As I placed my hand on his head and forced him down into position.

"Yessir," he squeaked out, his chin against his throat.

"Jeffery, sit up!", I ordered, and continued as he answered,"and you lock your arms around your brothers legs, and you hold his legs spread apart, son."

"Yessir," he said. I drew back with my belt doubled, and cracked it across Jack's already blistered asscheek.

He jerked violently, and screa from the sides. "Step back a step, son, and keep your feet together." I commanded. His answer was lost as I called Jack into place.

"You stand here, boy," I said as I indicated a spot directly behind his prone brother.

As Jack moved in behind his brother, his mouth dropped open and he shot me a stare. "Now you spread your feet apart, son and stand up as close as you can against you're brother," I said as I placed my hand against his ass and pushed. He straddled Jeffery's feet, and leaned his body forward. His semi-hard boydick poked into Jefferies crack, then popped up as it nestled between his hot cheeks. I pushed him forward and as he plastered himself against his brothers backside, his _c_o_c_k_ slid up into the upper crevass of his brothers wet crack, his tight boysack plastered against Jefferies swolen 'tween.

"You boys best hold on tight now. I'm gonna wear me out some misbehavin' boybutts!" I chided as I stepped behind Jack, reached over and snatched the belt off the tree. I held it by the buckle, and drew back. I swung it full length across Jacks blistered ass, and he screamed and jerked, but held his position. He began to whimper in rhythm to my strap as I crisscrossed his ass with another 10 stripes, alternarting right hand with back hand, Each time I cracked his ass he hunched hard up against Jeffery, riding his dick up and down his slick crack.

"SWITCH!" I yelled as I moved to the side. Both boys managed a sobbing "yessir," as they exchanged places.

As Jeffery peeled himself from the towel and turned, his rock-hard dick pulsed with his breath, the engorged head flared into a dark purple mushroom, shining like steel. Jack bent over the towel, his now soft dick hanging down, pressed against the towel with his boysack snugged up against his 'tween.

Jeffery stepped behind his brother, and he actually chuckled as he said, "Cowboy, That's YOUR BRAND. C C B . You BRANDED Jacks butt!" He yelled.

"He branded BOTH our BUTTS!" Jack replied. Jeffery's eyes got big as he stared at me. I stepped behind him and pushed him hard up against Jacks backend. Jack groaned slightly, and I stepped back as Jeffery slowly raised his ass up, sliding his hard _c_o_c_k_ up his brothers sweaty crack until his nuts were snug against the back of his 'tween.

I drew back and laid the same set of welts across Jeffery's cheeks. Each blistering sting caused him to hunch forward, riding his hard dick up and down in Jack's boycrack.

I laid the belt over the tree, unsnapped my jeans, and as I stepped out of them I announced, "OK boys, Now it's time for a temperature check!"

Jack spoke up with, "You TOLD HIM!" as I flung my jeans over the trunk, and I stepped up behind Jeffery. I could feel the heat from his ass on my groin before I made contact.

I eased my hard _c_o_c_k_ up against his puckered hole, and rubbed the head over it as I hunched my hips forward. I rolled my body against his, leaning into his back. I reached around him and cupped Jack's pecs with my open palms as I pulled my body tight against Jeffery. I felt Jack's nipples, hard and erect. I spread my fingers open and then closed them, pinching his nipples tightly between my fingers. I raised up sightly onto my toes and them dropped down again as I rode my hard _c_o_c_k_ up and down Jeffery's heated crack, my nuts coming to rest against his quivering butthole, he shivered and hunched his own dick into Jack's crack. I released my hold, stood back a step, and pulled Jeffery up with me.

"You stand right there," I said as I assumed the same position behind Jack. After grasping his nipples hard in my fingers, and riding my _c_o_c_k_ up into his crack a few times, I backed off and said "O K, Boys, I guess y'all have a high enough temperature to help me with a little project I have. "See that scrawny little tree right over there?" I asked, pointing to a little sweetgum tree.

"Yessir," they answered softly, together.

I stepped between them, reached my hands down and cupped each boys ass and gently squeezed as I said, "That little old tree sure looks puny, like it might NEED something. Y'all have any idea just WHAT that somethin' might be?" I asked, rubbing each boys ass.

Jeffery grinned at me as he answered excitedly. "I think it needs to be FERTILIZED!" He glanced at Jack, who seemed to be deliberating this idea, and I saw his _c_o_c_k_ jump up in anticipation.

I took control as I said, "Well let's DO it then." And I stepped to behind a limb laying on the ground. "Jack, come here, boy," I said as I pointed to my left side.

He moved into place as he said "yessir," and then I indicated for Jeffery to stand beside Jack. He moved into place as he reached down and cupped his boyhood, circling his shaft with his fingers. Jack looked at me and I reached back and cupped his ass as I wrapped my other fist around my hard _c_o_c_k_.

Jacks dick immediately pulsed three times into a standing hard erection, and he grabbed it with his hand. His other hand moved behind Jeffery, and began to caress his hot butt cheeks. "Alright, boys. Let's spread some fertilizer!" I said as I began to slowly stroke my stiff rod.

Jeffery forced out a "YESSIR!" and Jack echoed it as they both began to work their fists on their boydicks. I saw Jeffery shudder as Jack slid the edge of his hand into his crack. Jeffery bent his knees and pushed his ass back into Jacks hand. I also bent slightly, tightened my grip, and increased my pumping rhythm.

Jack groaned slightly when I slid my finger into his crack, and over his puckered boyhole. It felt hot and wet as he arched his back and pushed it open some. I then noticed that his index finger was buried in his brothers hole up to the first knuckle. Jeffery was bouncing up onto his toes slightly as he writhed his hips, riding his brothers finger. He gasped as Jack pushed it in to the second knuckle.

I cupped Jack's cheek as I bent my hand in at the wrist, forcing my middle finger between the lips of his hole. He jerked with a slight spasm and shifted his ass back into my palm as he bent his knees and spread his feet some. I pushed my finger into his chute as he hunched his hips, driving his dick hard into his gripping fist.. I began to feel the boys rhythm as they pumped their dicks, riding the fingers planted against their puckering holes.

Jerremy jerked slightly as he maoned out," UHHHH, OHHHHHH," and writhed as he breathed, "Can I CUM?!?!"

Jack looked at his brother, who held his head back, and clinched his eyes shut tight, a grimace on his face. He shoved his finger deeper into Jeffery as I yelled, "YEAH, BOY YOU SHOOT THAT WAD!"

I quickly pulled my finger from Jacks ass and stepped behind him, grabbing his hips as he churned his dick in his fist. "Yeah, you pump that hot juice out of that dick, boy!" I continued to yell as I hunched my crotch against Jacks hot ass, rubbing the swolen head of my rod over his hole. He moaned as I reached around and cupped his pecs, clamping his nipples between my fingers. I pulled him back against me as I slid my _c_o_c_k_ up his crack, rising up on my toes and leaning back slightly.

I lowered my hands to Jacks hips, and shifted away from him. I bent my knees, and planted my _c_o_c_k_head against his drooling hole. Then I hunched forward, and pulled his hips into my crotch, driving my rock-hard rod between his gaping asslips, and deep into his hole. As I reached around and pinched his nipples between my fingers, I hunched up into his ass, piledriving my _c_o_c_k_ deep into his chute.

Jeffery let out a yell, squeezed hard on his dick, and his first shot flew from his swolen dickhead, arching into the air, and splatting onto the ground about four feet in front of him. I continued my steady pumping into Jacks ass as I yelled,"YEAH BOY! SHOOT THAT LOAD, SHOOT IT BOY, YOU SHOOT THAT LOAD FOR COWBOY!"

Jack howled out, OHHHH YEEEAAHHHH, CUMINNN SIIIIRRR!!!!"

"You SHOOT IT, boy!" I growled into his ear as I pulled my dick out to the head. Then I drove it back in all the way as I twisted his nipple roughly in my fingers.

Just as Jeffery unloaded his second squirt, Jack grunted, and jerked his body as his cum erupted from his _c_o_c_k_.

I pulled from his ass, and stepped to the side as I grabbed my stiff pecker and began to pump my own hot juices up from my boiling nutsack. Jeffery's second squirt arched the same path as his first, but was still climbing as it passed over the spot spattered with his first shot.

Jacks first squirt was followed by his second, and both seemed to hang in midair before splatting onto the ground five feet in front of him. He froze, clamping his dick in a tight grip as his balls continued to shoot his boyjuice out and in front of him.

"Uhmmmm! I growled from my throat as I felt my own cum rising into my rod. I pumped my fist violently, and slapped Jacks ass hard with my hand as I shot my first wad. It shot to the side and landed right in front of Jeffery's feet. I saw Jeffery unload another shot, and followed it's path as it careened through the air and splat solidly against the trunk of the tree, two feet off the ground.

I then squeezed hard and aimed my second and third shots up and toward the tree as best I could. My third shot landed just short of the tree, as Jack's hit right next to it.

Jack inhaled loudly as he unloaded his pent-up cum, randomly spattering the ground in front of the tree, one hitting just past it.

Jeffery whimpered, and jerked his hips as his boydick shot load after load of juice. Three squirts had plastered against the tree, and I could see the first one hanging like a thread as it began to slide down toward the ground.

We were all panting heavily, trying to regain some lost energy. I reached over and fondly slapped Jeffery's ass with my hand as I spoke, "Well, I guess it's pretty obvious who won THAT star!"

Jeffery turned to me and threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I hugged him, then pushed him back as I said, "_d_a_m_n_, boy. That was some load you shot, son."

Jack regained his strength and moved over to put his arm around Jeffery's shoulder and squeezed his neck, pulling his head into him. He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he said, " I reckon maybe I need some more practice, little brother!"

They both laughed, then Jeffery broke down and started to cry as he mumbled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean those things." Then he laid his head on Jacks shoulder and hugged him.

Jack winked at me as he said, "Don't you apologize to me, boy. I think your ass has had all the forgiveness it can handle," and he reached down and gently cradled his brothers buttcheeks.

We all laughed at that. I spoke up and said," Bath TIME, Boys! Now get your butts to that creek!"

They chimed again a very loud "YESSIR!" and off they ran, whooping like kids. I took my time, following slowly, knowing they truly were boys, and being such, I was sure there was SOME foolishness yet to come. After all, the morning was just beginning.

THE WATERMELON THIEF Chapter 14

As I slowly made my way toward the creek, Jeffery's voice rang out in a tone of desperation, "Cowboy, May I take a _s_h_i_t_? PLEASE!?!"

"YES, son, YOU MAY NOW _s_h_i_t_!" I yelled back.

By the time I stepped into the creek, Jeffery was already washing his boyhole as Jack reclined back into the bath pool. I sat down next to Jack and laid back, getting my hair wet. I then rolled over and layed my face into the creek water. As I raised my head and rubbed my face, I noticed Jack was drizzling sand onto his legs. I didn't speak, or even acknowledge what he was doing as he rubbed the sand up and down his legs and up into his crotch. He then cupped his nuts with a handful of sand and began to bliskly rub underneath them, and over his 'tween spot.

"Jeffery showed me how to take a creek bath, 'The COWBOY WAY'," he emphasized. He continued to add sand and rub up onto his belly, and around his dick into his pubics.

I rolled over onto my back and asked, "Did he SHOW ya, or TELL ya?" Then I sat up and started my own sand scrub on my legs.

"Well, he sorta gestured how to do it, but he said he's already had his bath, and just needed to rinse off. Why, am I doin' it wrong?" he asked.

"Naw, you really can't do it WRONG, I don't reckon, as long as you do it THOROUGH." I clarified. I then rubbed my face real good, and rinsed. From the corner of my eye I saw him copy me, and so I decided to push a little further. I started at my neck and rubbed sand down onto my chest, and around my nipples. I watched as he followed my lead and soon he was grinding sand into his nipples with his palms. I also saw his dick as it crawled up the inside of his thigh, raising it's head out of the water on it's route to erection.

I continued to rub down onto my stomach, around the sides, and into my groin area. I glanced over as Jack gathered more sand and rubbed under his arm pits, then splashed water up to rinse them, splashing some on me in the process.

"Sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away." he apologized.

"His BELT'LL forgive your BUTT!" Jeffery said as he plopped down next to me and laid back, folding his arms behind his head. His dick, slightly bent, pointed like an arrow at his left nipple.

"You get that hole good and clean, boy?" I asked as I gathered another handful of sand and applied it to my crotch. He flipped over onto his hands and knees, butt sticking up as he looked at me.

"Jack, see if you think it's clean enough to pass inspection," I said as I proceeded to scrub my pubic area. I glanced at Jeffery as he glared at me, but stayed in position.

"Yessir, with PLEASURE." Jack answered as he crawled up behind his brother. He leaned in for an up-close scrutiny. I smile as he pretended to deliberate, then sat back and said." Why he's done scrubbed himself so hard he rubbed all his hairs off! SEE!?!" and he reached betweem his brothers legs and grabbed his dick and bent it down.

Jeffery frog-leaped and landed belly down as he said, "Yeah, Cowboy scrubbed 'em off.... with a razor.... Just like your balls!" he added, laughing.

Jack's hand immediately dropped into his crotch as he cupped his balls and lightly scratched. "Yeah, but they're beginnin' to itch like mad, so I think I might let 'em grow out."

"Yeah, I think that's gonna be Jeffery's STAR reward." I said, glancin' in his direction as I stood up. I reached down and cupped my nuts and then tugged on my _c_o_c_k_ head, feelin' it surge with blood. "A boy goin' on 16 outta have SOME hair down there." Jeffery grinned wide, and I added with emphasis, "SOME, maybe a patch, as long as it's kept trimmed real neat." I walked over and squatted down on the _s_h_i_t_tin' rock.

I looked up to see Jack stand and stretch. His profile showed that his dick was standing straight out from his crotch, and he reached down and scratched his balls. "Well, I guess I'd better get home," he said as he hesitated in his departure.

"You wanna go into town with us, you're welcome to," I felt compelled to invite 'im. "We're goin' to the Waffle House and then unload them watermelons. We'll be comin' home right after church."

Jeffery jumped up and said,"CHURCH? We're goin' to CHURCH?"

"Yep" I short answered.

"Thanks but I think I'll pass. I need to cut the grass, and I'd like to get that done before it gets too hot." Jack declined.

"Jeffery, you got some nice jeans you can wear, son? I mean some that the crotch don't hang down to your knees?" I asked.

"Yessir, at home," he answered.

"Then you ride home with Jack and get dressed. I'll pick you up in a few minutes." I said as I climbed the creek bank.

"Yessir," he answered, and headed toward the camp, runnin' past me. When he reached the tent he stopped, turned and asked, "What should I put on to go home?"

"You choose." I responded. He paused in thought for a second, then sprinted over to the fallen oak tree where Jack was retrieving his clothes. He grabbed his drawers, stepped into them and took off running, hopping as he pulled them up. He Grinned at me as he darted past and ran over to the firepit and ducked under the tarp. Thirty seconds later he emerged wearing his White Boxer Briefs, and MY hat!

He struck a pose, grinning, and I just smiled and shook my head as he ran to Jack's truck. Jack Turned to me and waved as he got in and drove off.

God, in his infinite wisdom, gave the children to YOUNG people. Now I know why!

I really didn't want to go into town, but I really needed to sell those watermelons. I really wanted to just hang here. I really needed some REST! I was getting the feeling that as long as Jeffery was a part of my routine, then rest WASN'T gonna be! "Oh well," I resigned myself. "I'll get plenty of rest when I'm dead!"

When I pulled up to Jack's house, I found Jeffery in the garage, sitting astride his Gator. I stepped from the truck and he said, "See! It's DEAD!" pointing to the front tire. "Flat as a pancake!" he proclaimed.

"It's not dead. Just.....INJURED!" I teased.

"Yeah, I think it needs surgery!" he smiled.

"I think it needs a TRANSPLANT!" I exclaimed. "Let's ride, boy."

"Yessir," he agreed as he climbed into the bed of the truck.

"No, son. Not today," I said as I pointed to the passenger door. "You're ridin' up front while we're on the highway."

"Oh yeah! I forgot." he claimed as he hopped in, and I reached over and snatched MY hat off his head, and planted it on MINE.

"It's too small for me, anyway," he announced.

"Yep," I agreed. "That's cause you've got the BIGHEAD!"

"HUMOROUS!" he stated sternly, but I knew what he was thinkin' as he smiled.

"STRIPE!" I bluntly replied, and he looked at me poutingly, then we both laughed.

The trip to town was basically uneventful; Well, as UNeventful as a trip to town with a 15 year old boy can be! I had forgotten just how much they can eat, so after his huge breakfast, I decided we'd hit the grocery store after church.

I let him and another boy unload the watermelons. I sat in the shade with old Mr. Tarpley and shot the breeze as his Grandson and Jeffery unloaded the melons and stacked them in the stand. Of course, my sunglasses came in handy as I sat and listened to the old man rattle on. I casually watched those two young men work. I was quite pleased to have this luxury. Jeffery was wearing a pair of 501 jeans, and they were just tight enough that I could definitely tell he was NOT wearing underwear. I could also tell that his dick varied from semi-hard to hard as he worked. I saw him shift his package several times in an attempt to find a more accomodating position for it, and also noted his occasional wince as they hugged his butt just a little too tightly. He would NOT enjoy the pews at church, and that thought made me chuckle out loud.

I was right. He shifted and fidgeted in an attempt to ease the discomfort caused by the hard, wooden benches. Well, at least he wouldn't fall asleep!

I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open. That is, until Jeffery leaned in to me and whispered into my ear, "Cowboy, May I FART, Sir?"

It took all my resolve to NOT laugh out loud, and the longer I contained it, the more difficult it became. I finally had to remove my bandana from my hip pocket, place it over my mouth and cough. After finally gathering my wits, I reached around his shoulders with my arm, closed my hand on his shoulder, pulled him toward me, turned and spoke into his ear, "Make it SILENT, and if anybody notices, I'm POINTIN' at YOU!"

He sheepishly grinned, and then slowly leaned forward, cleared his throat a few times, and settled back against my side. I squeezed his shoulder again, and he whispered, "MO BETTA!" Needless to say, sleep vanished.

We stopped to speak to several folks outside before leaving, and as we pulled out of the parking lot, Sammy Folds stopped and shouted, "Hey, Cowboy. Come on by the shop. I've got somethin' for ya'!? I waved my acknowledgement, and followed him to the tire store.

Jeffery hopped out and asked. "What's up?"

"Sammy's got somethin' for me. I just stopped to pick it up," I explained as I headed for the door that Sam had just entered.

The shop was dark, and Jeffery was looking around at the rack of mirrors and auto accessories when Sammy came out of the back. "I think this is the one you need, Cowboy. It fits the OLDER models, and I just happened to remember seein' it here. It's been here for awhile, but it seems to be fine. That's got the whole wheel assembly, so you just hafta take the sprockets loose and swap wheels." Think of anything else ya' need?" he asked.

"I think that'll about do it, Sam. Unless the boy see's somethin' else." I said, looking at Jeffery. He shook his head as he stared at the wheel I was holding. "Whata I owe ya'? " I asked Sam.

"I reckon $40 outta cover it. You just bring the old wheel in whenever you can," he answered.

I held out the wheel to Jeffery, saying, "Here son. This is yours. I hope you know how to perform a transplant," as I pulled out the $40 and handed it to Sam."Thanks, Sammy," I said as I opened the door.

Jeffery immediately replied, "Yeah, Thanks a bunch, Mr. Sammy," as he exited. "Cowboy, this is so KEWL! THANKS!. Oh WOW. I can't BELIEVE it! THANKYOU, THANKYOU, THANKYOU!" he continued.

"You earned it, son. You know how to put that thing on?" I asked .

"Yessir, I'm pretty sure I do, and Jack's got all the tools." he answered.

I pulled out a $20 bill and handed it to him as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. "You've got 10 minutes to go in there and get whatever groceries you want. GROCERIES, son, NOT JUNK. GOT THAT?" I asked.

"YESIR, be right back." he said as he slammed the door and ran into the store.

Ten minutes later we were headed home with two bags of groceries, a new wheel, and a happy boy. So far, the morning had been exceptional. As I thought about his question in church, I finally began to laugh.

"WHAT?" he asked, smiling at me.

"YOU, boy, and your 'smart-ass humor," and then I whispered in a loud mimic,"MAY I FART, SIR?"

We laughed for a good five minutes. Then he asked, seriously, "Is that a stripe, sir?"

"Well, I guess this time I can forgive you, son," I smiled.

"I think I'd rather have the stripe, sir. I don't think I can handle any more FORGIVENESS right now," he said as he rubbed his butt lightly.

I laughed and said, " O K, boy, Then it's a stripe."

"THANK YOU, SIR!" he said as he smiled a little crooked at me. He was a very funny boy, and I was having a ball with him.

When we pulled up into Jack's yard, he got off the riding mower and walked toward my side of the truck. Jeffery jumped out shouting,"LOOK! I got a TIRE! Can I borrow your tools?"

"Just put 'em back where you found 'em," Jack answered. He then leaned against the truck and said, "Cowboy, can I talk to you about somethin'?"

"Sure... NOW?" I asked.

He glanced up toward the garage, and continued. "Well, it's kinda serious, and kinda involves Jeff, and I'd rather he didn't know about it yet, but yeah, as soon as we can."

"Well, he's gonna be workin' on that tire for awhile, and I'm headed to the pool, so why don't you come on over?' I said, wondering what was up. Then I added, "Is Jeffery is some kinda trouble, son?"

"Oh, NO! Nothin' like that at all. It's just... well... it's kindof a personal thing that he night not've told you about, and I don't wanna get'im upset about it." He glanced up again, and then said. "I really would rather talk to you in private, if that's OK."

"Sure, son," I said just as Jeffery came out of the house and up to the truck.

"Jeffery, you change those britches before you get to workin on that wheel, son, so you don't mess 'em up. Jack's comin' over to MY place, so when you get that thing fixed you ride it on over. Here's a key to the gate. Lock it after you come in," I said as I took a key off my keyring and tossed it to him. Then I looked at Jack and opened the passenger door as I said. "Get in, son."

"But I need to change..." he started, but I interupted with, "You NEED to get your ASS in this TRUCK and let's GO!"

"YESSIR!" he complied, and got in.

As he slid onto the seat he winced slightly and I noticed for the first time what he was wearing. Those white drawers that I required Jeffery to wear as part of his 'uniform' looked real fine on Jack's more filled-out form. They also looked very thin due to the fact that they were nearly soaked with sweat. They were stained from Jeffery's antics of dropping them on the wet ground, and I smiled as I thought of what had posessed Jack to wear 'em.

One thing was certain. They were havin' a real enjoyable effect on this Cowboy, like remindin'me of my OWN choice of clothing. These black 501'S ARE purtty, but _d_a_m_n_ they FIT! My dick is obvious enough in these things when it ain't excited about NUTHIN', so when those drawers on this boy said "HELLO" to it, it just jumped up and said "HOWDY" right back!

I was still smiling when I raised my ass a little off the seat, reached down and cupped my balls, and raised them, pretending to scratch. Now I had succeeded in wedging my _c_o_c_k_ between the inside front pocket and the denim leg and the head was bulging in the upper pocket. I just left my hand laying across it, fighting the temptation to wrap my fingers around it and squeeze.

I glanced over to catch Jack looking at my crotch. He looked up at me, caught me catching him lookin', and glanced down. I returned the favor, and realized that HE wasn't as successful at fighting the same temptation. His dick was hard, and pointing right at me in those tight drawers, and his hand was in a tight grip around it, causing the head to bulge into the tight elastic waistband.

And I just rode, and squeezed, and he rode and squeezed, and we both bulged right up to my gate.

I unhooked my keys from my belt, handed them to Jack and said, "The little gold one unlocks the gate. Lock it behind us".

I took the opportunity to readjust my _c_o_c_k_ as soon as he closed the door. so he caught me when he jumped back to the window and peeked in to answer me with "Yesir."

As I watched him walk to the gate I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my hard _c_o_c_k_ out. I squeezed and pulled on it a few times. As I drove past him, I decided to force the issue.

I rebuttoned the top button, and with my rod standing out of my fly. I got out and walked up behind him as he locked the gate. When he turned around he almost bumped into me. I raised my left hand without lifting my arm, and opened it, palm up. As he went to drop my keys into it, I reached up with my right hand and took the keys as I cupped my left hand into his balls, and squeezed slightly. He inhaled deeply, and I hooked my keys back onto my belt as I said, "Son, I'm gonna explain somethin' to ya that you might not've known about these drawers you're wearin'."

He immediately started talking. "They're Jeff's and I just saw'em hangin' on the doorknob an' I was gonna throw 'em in the wash, and they were wet, and I just wondered how they'd feel on, so I put 'em on, and my butt was sore and they were cool and I thought...."

I reached down with my right hand and grabbed his asscheek. He jerked slightly. I squeezed his cheek, digging my fingers into his crack as I cupped his boyhood tightly and lifted him onto his toes. "You be quiet and listen to me, boy. You keep your mouth shut and don't you say a word until I tell you to. Is THAT CLEAR, SON?"

He cleared his throat and answered, "Yes sir." I relaxed my grip some allowing him to settle back down onto his feet.

While still cupping his balls with my left hand and his ass with my right, I leaned into him and began to quietly but sternly lecture into his ear. "These drawers are MY drawers, son. Jeffery wears 'em cause I TELL 'im to. It's part of the uniform I furnish, and require my boys to wear."

As I talked I began to emphasize with a slight squeeze with whichever hand was appropriate. "That means they belong to ME," I said and squeezed his ass for emphasis," and that also means that whatever's IN 'em is MINE," and I squeezed his balls. "That means the boy who wears 'em is MY boy," and I squeezed both hands. Now the REASON you're wearin' these drawers is of NO significance to me, boy. The fact is, you ARE wearin' 'em, and by your own choice. It took THESE," and I squeezed his balls,"to put 'em on, son, but it's gonna take THIS." and I squeezed his ass, "to earn 'em."

Jack's legs shook violently and his feet moved slightly as he stumbled some with each squeeze. "Do you understand what I'm sayin', son?" I asked as I smacked his ass hard with my hand, driving his crotch into my other one.

"YES....sir!" came his two part answer, with a quick inhale between. As he looked up, I saw his cheeks were wet with tears.

I removed my hand from his ass and wiped his face with my bandana as I said, "Son, I know that ass is sore, cause I tore it up earlier, and I also know you like the way it feels in these drawers, cause you're dick is steady talking about it," and I stroked up and down his boytube encased in the thin cotton. I pinched slightly just below the head, and then rubbed across the head with my thumb and felt it throb and pulse. I continued, "so let me just ease you're mind and say I don't have any intention of working that ass over any more, at least not with a whippin'." I then returned my hand to his ass and cradled it gently as he continued to quiver in my grip.

"I need to pee, sir," he announced, looking up at me.

I stepped directly behind him, spread my feet three feet apart, hooked the fingers of my right hand into the waisteband in the back of his drawers and lifted slightly. Then I cupped the bottom of his ass with my other hand, placing my middle finger against his 'tween and said, "Piss, boy. NOW!"

After about 30 seconds, the piss slit in the head of his boydick opened and a stream of clear piss started slowly to wet the white fabric, then as the flow increased in momentum, his ass relaxed and the piss actually shot through the tightly stretched drawers and squirted about an inch high before it fell to the ground. I massaged his swolen 'tween with my finger as he continued to squirt his boypiss into his pants. I felt it as it saturated the front of them, and began to run down between his legs, onto my finger as it ran.

When I felt his ass give that last twitch to expell the last remaining drop, I said, "You step up into the bed and ride on in there, son. Then you get out and go straight into the pool and rinse that piss off. You chose to wear them drawers, so you're gonna wear 'em 'til I say to take 'em off, Now GIT!" I said as I lifted him with my grip on his drawers and his ass into the bed.

As I stepped into the truck, I stuck my finger into my mouth. The boyness that I tasted there, caused my own _c_o_c_k_ to pulse. I could hardly wait to hear whatever it was Jack had to tell me.

I stripped out of my clothes, leaving my drawers on, and climbed the ladder into the pool. I shoved a float over to Jack and he climbed on, face down.

Roll over, son," I said. He turned, and I got at the foot, pushed it down and straddled it, lowering his crotch to above mine. Then I laid back on the float, and it rose back up, floating us both right at the surface of the water. I grabbed his legs and pulled him toward me until his ass was astride my crotch, with my hard _c_o_c_k_ planted solidly in his crack. We both settled back into a very comfortable reclining position. As I closed my eyes, I reached my hands forward and began to fondle his balls and the head of my dick. I said, "O K, son, What's all this stuff you need to talk to me about that involves Jeffery, and somethin' I may not know?"

This was gonna prove to be a real ENLIGHTENIN' day. YESSIREE!


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