I felt my cock begin to react to his inspection and tried to hide it under my damp shirt, but his sharp eyes missed nothing and I saw a faint grin appear on his impassive face. Ignoring my growing embarrassment (which wasn't the only thing still growing) he sat down on a low rock and pulled off his boots. I heard a sharp click as the buckle of his belt hit the rock as he slipped his jeans down his long legs.

Like many experienced male riders, I could see that he was wearing a jockstrap under his shorts, which, much to my disappointment, he kept on as he made his way gingerly down the stony bank and into the cool water. He plunged forward, his long hair floating behind him on the surface and water droplets sparkling on his brown back. He wasn't a great swimmer and after a few minutes he made his way towards the bank. I watched keenly as he stood up in the shallows, silvery trails of water trickling down his arms and chest. Dam' that jockstrap, I thought as I tried to imagine what lay hidden in that well-filled black pouch.

He waded out onto the bank, wringing the water from his hair and lay down beside me. Was that just a little too close? I thought hopefully. He drew his knees up close to his chin and I heard a kind of elastic snap as he slid the damp jockstrap down his long legs. He looked over at me with a smile that was half-teasing, half-mocking as he dropped the flimsy garment by his side with a slight flourish of his hand. Dammit, he must have known exactly what I had been thinking!

What the hell, I thought. My uncontrollable cock had already given me away so I gave up pretending and studied the naked brown body beside me with growing excitement. He was hairless except for a halo of thick black hair around the root of his cock, which seemed much darker skinned than the rest of his brown body -almost black. Having got my undivided attention, Peter began to show himself off to me, gently sliding his foreskin up and down, making the purple tip bulge and disappear by turn. I could feel my own pecker throbbing with excitement and slipped my hand down to comfort it, matching Peter's stroking with my own.

For a while we just lay there, enjoying our own pleasures until Peter raised himself to look over at me. There was no mistaking the enquiry in those oriental looking eyes. Yes! Damn right, Yes please! My mind raced as I nodded my consent, He knelt beside me and slipped my cock into his eager mouth and I felt the end of his tongue begin to tease me gently. My groping hand closed around his magnificently thick cock and I felt his hand slip away to allow me the freedom to explore. His head began to nod, drawing me deeper and more deeper so that I could feel the tip of my cockhead press against the back of his throat while all the time I was squeezing and pulling and coaxing his splendid manhood.

After a while, he lifted his head and drew away from me, planting a quick kiss on the tip of my cock as it emerged. Then he began to explore my whole body, sliding his hands gently over my skin and making me tingle with anticipation. Quickly, quickly, just do it! My whole body seemed to scream, but it wasn't going to get the release it craved just yet. I let go of Peter's cock and lay back, reveling in the feelings flowing through my mind and body as his hands continued to stroke my chest and arms, sliding lower and lower until he could cup my balls in his hand. I felt a sudden weight on my chest, as he lay down on top of me, belly to belly so that our two cocks pressed against each other. He lifted himself slightly and I felt his hand slide in between us to enfold us both in his tight grasp.

The feel of our two cocks moving together felt wonderful -it was another first for me and I just lay back enjoying this new sensation to the full. His damp hair cascaded over my face so that all I could see when I looked up were his dark, almond shaped eyes gazing into mine. But even as I watched, their gentle expression began to change and a sudden lust overcame him. His weight on my chest eased and I felt his hands burrow urgently under my body to lift me and roll me over onto my stomach. My front pressed against the hard stones of the riverbank so I tried to make myself comfortable, only just aware that Peter was now sitting astride my legs. He leant forward and I felt his sharp fingers prise my butt cheeks apart and a sudden warmth as they squeezed back over his unyielding prick.

God! I'm being raped! I thought with alarm and I shouted desperately at him. "No Peter! -Godammit, No!" He made no reply and I could feel his hot breath against my ear as he leant his chest forward to press down upon my arched back. He was aroused beyond any reasoning and I could feel his prick, like a rigid iron bar, sliding up and down through the warm slipperiness of his pre-cum juices and the sound of his frantic panting. I strained upwards with all the power I could muster with my arms and legs and managed to lift his heavy body just enough for me to land a really sharp jab with my elbow into the soft space below his ribs. It was a good hard blow and I heard his breath hiss through his tightly clenched teeth before he rolled off me onto his back.

For a moment he lay there, his eyes wide open in pain and surprise, then I saw his cock suddenly buck upwards, loosing stream after stream of milky white cum on to his heaving chest. As if it had been a signal, my own cock decided on its release and shot forth a steady stream that splashed in white blobs over Peter's brown thigh.

*

I stood up, undecided and more than a little bit afraid as Peter lay recovering, his breath making a whooping sound as it forced oxygen back into his starved lungs. The handsome cock that I admired so much had slumped limply over his emptied balls, and was lifting and falling in time with his labored breathing.

Frustrated and angry, I turned away and climbed the slope to where the two horses stood patiently waiting. After a couple of hefty swigs from my canteen I began to calm down and to think straight once more. What's with this guy? I wondered. Am I safe with him? I was miles away from anywhere and I needed Peter to show me the way back. But what if he tried it on with me again? Sure, I was no virgin, but my pleasures have always stopped at mutual jerking and I had no desire to try anything else.

I went over to Peter's horse and with trembling hands I slipped his old Remington rifle from its boot, knowing inwardly that I would never have the balls to use it. I had finished dressing when Peter climbed up the bank and made his way over to where I stood by the horses. He saw my tense expression as I clutched his rifle, and backed off, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "It's OK.... OK.... It's cool," He said softly, as if he was quieting a restive horse. Then he noticed that my hands were trembling slightly and added.

"Are you alright, kid?"

"Yeah, No thanks to you." He nodded slowly and turned away.

"Kinda loused things up, didn't I." Was all he said.

*

We rode homeward with scarcely a word and it was only when we could see the lights of the ranch ahead of us that Peter broached the subject again. He cleared his throat a couple of times then said quietly. " Uh. Mark?"

"Yeah" I said, still not willing to budge an inch.

"Mark...will you say anything to your uncle about today?" There was no hint of pleading or regret in his voice, so I decided to make him suffer a while longer.

"I'm still thinking about it." I said shortly. He fell silent once more and steered his horse away from my side. 'You bastard'! A little devil-voice inside me nagged. 'You know that this could cost him his job. Now would be a good time to forgive him'. With devilish logic, it added. 'Besides, he owes you -you might get to enjoy this guy's wonderful body again, provided you set some ground rules first.

It was an argument that clinched it for me.

"Relax!" I called over to him. "I enjoyed it. It's just that I'm not into that ....er.. other stuff, OK?" The look of relief he threw me made me feel a heel for keeping him guessing for so long, so I tried to lighten the conversation.

"So, don't ever try to pay me back for Custer again - Tonto!"

His white teeth gleamed in the evening light as he grinned at my playful taunt and replied in kind..

"My people weren't there, Quimosabe. I guess we missed a real good party!" He had enjoyed the joke and the relief that we were friends again showed in his voice, but I never could resist having the last word, so I added.

"Anyway, I've seen enough of your 'little big horn' to last me for now!"

*

The day had been sultry and airless and the evening promised to be no better. Blue-black thunderheads had gathered over the mountains and sparks of lightning made the sky grumble ominously. Uncle Bob had come in from the fields tired and irritable and I thought it best to keep out of his way and give him time to relax. With every window wide open, my room still felt like an oven as I stripped and drew on my Speedos, intending to head for the pool. As I grabbed a towel, I took a long look at myself in the closet mirror. Not bad! I thought.

I had been blessed with an athletic build and while I was no college jock, I wasn't ashamed to show myself at the pool or the beach. 'Just as well.' retorted my little devil-voice. 'You ain't keeping much hid!' I had to admit this was true: My pearl-gray Speedos had been carefully chosen for their style rather than their modesty and they barely covered my favorite playthings. The thin gray fabric clung to me like a second skin and when dry showed off a marvelous outline -when they were wet the effect was something else!

I turned sideways on and looked over my shoulder at myself in profile, smiling at the way I filled out the tiny pouch. Okay, so who isn't in love with themselves at 20?

Out of respect for Carrie's catholic upbringing, I put on a robe for decency as I made my way through the back of the house towards the pool. The water was blue and inviting with scarcely a ripple on its surface and giving a yell of delight, I threw off the robe and dived straight in, striking out strongly for the far end. When I touched the tiled wall, I stood up, smoothed back my hair and wiped the water from my eyes. It was then I noticed Uncle Bob lounging in one of the poolside chairs -he'd had the same idea as me. He was sipping a drink from the long glass and lifted it up as an invitation for me to join him. I swam over to where he sat and leant my arms on the tiled edge, not wishing to leave the cooling water just yet.

"Beat ya' to it, boy" He said cheerfully. It was obvious that he had recovered from the heat and the cares of the day. He nodded towards the house and declared. "That crazy woman in there has cooked enough to feed an army. She'll kill us all for sure -unless I get rid of her first!" The thought of Bob ever winning that argument with his tiny Filipino housekeeper made me laugh out loud.

"You wouldn't dare Unc. And in any case she wouldn't go!"

"Dam' right" he agreed. How Carrie had arrived at the ranch was a story in itself. She had been there ever since I could remember and was devoted to Bob and my aunt Bethany. When Bethany died, it was she alone who had nursed the grieving Bob through his depression and heavy bouts of drinking. Bob would have sooner shot all of his beloved bloodstock than part with Carrie. In her quiet unassuming way, she could twist my uncle round her little finger -and he knew it!

He poured another glass of iced lemonade and reached over to pass it to me.

The sweet, sharp taste refreshed me and flushed the bitter chlorine taste out of my mouth, but as I looked up and smiled my thanks, I noticed that he had only worn a pair of boxer shorts for his swim. Without an inner liner to conceal them, I could hardly miss the sight of two large creamy-coloured globes, covered in coarse hair and another limp white shape pressed against his thigh. My vantage point in the pool below him meant that I could see right up his leg. I decided to stay in the pool a while longer and do a bit of research.

It had been a few days since my trip with Peter, busy days when I had hardly seen either of them, let alone talk with them, so Bob was curious. "How did you get on with Peter?" He asked. There was a strange tone in his voice and I swear I saw a slight stirring inside the leg of his shorts -he knew something. I decided to play it cool. "Oh, OK.... Yeah, he's a nice guy." I got the impression that this wasn't the answer he was looking for, because he changed the subject.

"It was good to see your Dad again." Adding pointedly. "He tells me that you and he get along just fine." Again that strange tone and, yeah, his cock was really moving some now, pushing his ball sac to one side as it slowly stiffened, but if he noticed me staring, he gave no sign. I could feel my own prick hardening, pressing against the thin stretch fabric of my bathers. I can't get out of the pool -not like this, I thought, feeling slightly panicky. Bob took another pull at his drink and finally seemed to notice his growing erection.

Ever so casually, he pulled at the leg of his shorts to make himself more comfortable, dragging the hem further up his thigh in the process so that the tip of his cock was almost in daylight. This time it couldn't be a mistake, could it? My stylish figure-hugging Speedos had become an instrument of torture, trapping and bending my erection in directions it was never designed to go, so I slipped my hand past the waistband and shifted my rock hard cock to one side. Looking up again I saw Bob looking down at me and, yes! There was no mistaking that strange smile again as he decided to go in for the kill: "Your Dad told me that you're into videos: Well, I've got a few you haven't seen. We can watch one tonight, if you like"

I stammered out some sort of answer, hoping that my tan was hiding my blushes.

My Dad must have told him everything! If his invitation didn't clinch the fact, the sight of his erection certainly did. There could be no doubt any longer. His cock had lifted itself almost upright making a great bulge in his shorts. Looking up from the pool, I could see a big blue veins pulsing along its underside and those enormous balls were doing a slow waltz as they rearranged themselves. Bob patted the empty lounger beside him and said huskily.

"Come up here and we can talk about it."

I needed no further urging and pushed myself off the floor of the pool, twisting round so that I was sitting on the edge. As I stood up, Uncle Bob got his first sight of my skimpy gray Speedo trunks and the revealing shape of my rigid cock trapped underneath.

"Whoooee, ain't that something!" He said in awe. "Your Dad must be as jealous as hell. He's got nothin' to match that!"

I looked down at the bulge made by his own barely concealed weaponry, and replied.

"I see you've got nothing to be ashamed of down there, either."

Behind us a bell clanged, warning us that it was near dinnertime and I saw a frown of annoyance cross Bob's face as he got up reluctantly, rearranging his shorts. He put his arm over my shoulder as we walked back to the house and said in a low confidential tone.

"Looks like we've both got a pleasant surprise coming to us both then, don't it?"

My throat had got suddenly tight, so I could only gulp and nod my agreement.

*

Dinner was usually the high point of the working day on the ranch and today was no exception, but I hardly noticed. I ate as quickly as I could, but that only meant a long wait as Bob made his leisurely way through the courses. He didn't seem to be in any great hurry to keep the promise he'd made by the pool, but my balls had ached with anticipation ever since and my errant cock had firmed up more than once since then at the thought of a whole evening's pleasuring.

The meal dragged on and on and it seemed like midnight before we sat over a final cup of coffee. Carrie got up and started to clear the table and I -acting the perfect guest -helped her to take the dishes to the kitchen. We had just got started when a pickup pulled up in the yard outside. It was too shiny to be Peter Long Wolf's and turned out to belong to one of Bob's neighbors. To my intense frustration, his visit turned out to be a long one and the two farmers chatted for an eternity, debating the merits of some damned machine or other. I could only grit my teeth and wait....and wait!

Finally I heard the crunch of tires on gravel as our visitor finally took his leave. Bob came back into the lounge and gave a broad grin as he saw me sitting there, pretending to read. He guessed my thoughts and gave me a broad grin saying. "He's a great guy, Frank, but he's got no sense of timing!" He had all the patience of a farmer and for him, the long wait had only seemed to add a savor to the occasion.

But the time had finally come and Bob led the way to his office, built onto the side of the ranch-house. It was a large room and furnished in the old style, with plenty of wood paneling and a big stone set fireplace. Bob went over to the large picture window and pulled on a cord and the drapes drew across the night-time blackness with a swish. The chances of anyone looking in on us were about the same as on Mars, but I guess we both felt a lot safer with those brown velvet drapes closed and the bolt snapped on the door. A gas fire made to look like burning logs hissed cheerily in the fireplace, making the room look cozy and warm. In fact, if you were in the mood for some secret sex, you couldn't do much better than this, I thought.

Bob went to a cupboard and returned with a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. I'm not into spirits as a rule, but there didn't seem to be any beer on offer so I took the generous slug that was handed to me. After beckoning me to a comfortable leather armchair by the fire, Bob excused himself and went down a short corridor to where I knew there was a small bathroom after a pause I heard the splashing of a shower as Bob prepared himself for our tryst.

"I'll take one after you," I called out and heard the rumble of his reply over the running water. In my earlier haste, I hadn't showered after my dip in the pool and my hair felt sticky and stank of chlorine. Bob reappeared wrapped in a fluffy terry towel robe, rubbing his curly gray hair with a big towel. I dodged past him and hurried into the steamy shower stall. I was eager for action and didn't want to spend too much time in there. When I emerged, I looked for another robe to use, but all I could find was a large towel, which I wrapped round my waist.

As I came back to the office, I saw that my uncle was sitting comfortably by the fire in the twin of the chair I had occupied, so that when I sat down we faced each other. There was an awkward time while each of us wondered how to get started. Bob solved the problem by untying the belt of his robe and spreading the two sides wide over the arms of his chair.

After all my eagerness, Dammit, I was feeling shy in front of my uncle's nakedness and took a while before I slowly pulled aside my towel. We examined each other with interest: I had seen most of his bulky frame before but apart from my peeking at the poolside I wasn't prepared for the sight before me: Dammit, his cock was enormous! It was more square in shape than round and its foreskin had drawn back slightly to reveal a broad coral-colored head from which a tiny clear bead of moisture hung.

If I was impressed with that great shaft, when I turned my attention to his hairy balls I dam' near fainted with wonder and delight. If any screwy scientist ever made a study of how far a man's balls could hang away from his cock, my uncle would have won hands down! The long skin bag that housed his two treasures dropped a full handbreadth down from the base of his hairy shaft. I know because later on I measured it!

Several large folds of hairy skin supported the weight of those testicles and if you can imagine the size of a two large hen's eggs you would be about right for size. My fully erect cock was also under scrutiny and I saw Bob lick his lips furtively at the sight of me lifting up my balls, where my excited sweat had stuck them to the leather seat.

A part from a few slight moves, his cock hadn't been stimulated into an erection yet, but Uncle kept his hands away so that I could admire those truly wondrous genitals. Then as his imagination kicked in, his cock stirred lazily, flopped over to one side and then started to lift slowly out of the deep hollow above his low slung balls. I pulled my chair closer and watched entranced as it make its slow journey to full erection before I wrapped my fingers around its base. As I gripped him, I could feel Bob's racing pulse in the hard pipe that ran under the length of that thick oval cock towards its broad, mushroom-shaped head.

There began a long period of sheer delight for us both as we probed, stroked and pulled at each other's manhood: an uncle and his nephew both sharing the mystery of being male. I started to shudder with the approach of my ejaculation, but Bob released his grip and reached into the pocket of his discarded robe to hand me a small brown bottle. In my comparative innocence, I hadn't encountered 'poppers' before that night and I waved his hand away. I have a thing about drugs, so it took a lot of persuasion for me to take a tentative sniff.