This is a continuing story about the beginning of a gay relationship between a man and a younger man (both of legal age). It happened in Montana a state I am deeply in love with.
Read no further if you are underage or find gay sex stories distasteful. All names and places are fictitious.
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Copyright 2015 by Uncle WillyWilly. All rights reserved.
"ACE" as used in this story is a trademark of 3M Corporation's ACE bandage brand.
Montana Runner Part 1 by Uncle WillyWilly
To stay healthy, I've been trying to walk three plus miles a day. Mostly on a private road near my home near the Rocky Mountain Front Range in North-West-Central Montana. The road I walk is a mix of oil and gravel known as chip-and-seal typical of rural roads around here.
It was summer and the big-sky weather was the usual at this time of the year. Warm almost hot days and cool nights. And the Regional High School boy's Cross-Country team who normally practice run on these roads were out for the season and nowhere to be seen.
I miss seeing them on my walks but they'll be back in a few more months.
The road is remote and the high school is about two miles nearby. When they were doing their practice runs and passed by me either from the front or back coming or going from either direction, we always exchanged quick greetings and hand waves. Though they didn't know it, some of those good looking young healthy guys gave me a boner.
And that would have been embarrassing if one of my neighbors saw me. But at my age getting an erection is a rare and welcome event. So if I saw a neighbor's car I could either duck in the roadside brush or make sure my hiking shorts didn't reveal too much.
Oh, here we go and to my surprise, someone is coming up running behind me by about thirty or forty yards.
As the slender runner got near me I saw that it was Caleb, one of the neighbor kids. He often helped me on my small ranch doing chores that a young guy could do. Especially someone as fit as Caleb.
With a friendly wave I said, "Hey, I thought you graduated last May."
He slowed, faced me running in mostly in place backwards and replied, "Did. I'm just so used to cross-country practice that I've kept it up. I like these old routes we used in school."
He turned forward and gave me a friendly wave as he resumed his run. I smiled back and admired that tight but animated butt as it sailed on ahead. I like the whole visual but the front is what I want to dwell on. A narrow waist. Nice thighs. And a neat bulge. I imagined not too big and not to small but just right is my style. Hopefully cut of course, with a medium sized fireman's-hat at the end.
A good-looks face. All boy ya know. Caleb was definitely that.
Ya think I can do that? Maybe. I dunno. Anyway, as he passed I decided to file that short minds-eye movie in the JO folder.
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Another ten minutes or so of walking went by and then it happened. I heard a funny noise on the right side of the road. It was coming from the brush. I couldn't see anything so went over to the knee high weeds and walked in a few feet. That was when I saw Caleb lying prone on his back and trying to grab his right foot.
"Ouch! Oh hi Mr. Johnson. I think I twisted it." Caleb said.
"Let's have a look." said I.
I gently brushed his hand out of the way and put my hand over his thin ankle.
"Maybe I should call 911 for the Paramedics."
Caleb said back, "Naw, I can't afford that and don't think I have insurance that'll cover it."
"All right. Let me go get my pick-up. Then we'll go to my place and I'll wrap that up for you. Be right back. " And off I went.
Not too much later I had Caleb in the truck bed and was slowly heading back to my little ranch.
"You doing OK back there?" I said through the Ford's back window which I had slid open.
"Still hurts a little but I'm alright back here", shouted Caleb over the truck road sounds.
We pulled in to my drive and I hit the gate opener button to let us in. My place is a little over thirty acres of fenced and cross-fenced pasture and brush located in the foothills of the Front Range about forty-five miles north of Helena. God's country. I bought this place about ten years ago and retired from the crowded life in the heart of Silicon Valley just north of San Jose, California.
Several of my pastures are used by a local "Cow Girl", to keep her five or six mostly quarter horses. She does all the work, feeding and brushing and caring them and I get to have enough horses to look like a Montana guy. She lives up the road a piece and I hardly ever see her because she has access to the horse pastures from another gate alongside a dusty gravel road that can't be seen from the house. All in all a pretty nice life for a retired single guy.
It's mostly a non-farm farm with enough timber to feed a cozy wood-stove and fireplace in the winter. I generally have enough wood from wind-fallen trees to get me through these cold but beautiful North Western Montana winters. And I can get help with the cutting and splitting by hiring local guys like Caleb during their summers. I love watching a strong young guy like that work.
But summers over and the beautiful late September sky is just hinting at a winter to come.
I helped Caleb out of the parked truck and he held on to my shoulder as he hobbled up to the porch.
"Sit there." I pointed to an old wooden timber lounge chair on the covered porch. "Here I'll help you swing around. Now let me look at that ankle."
"Whoa that feels better." said Caleb as he plopped down with me holding his arms. I let go and kneeled down in front of him on one knee to take a look. I felt his ankle with my hands. It was a little swollen but didn't look too bad. As I probed with my finger tips, Caleb let out a few, "ouches".
"Let me get an ace bandage I have and we'll wrap it up for a bit. You want to call your Mom?"
"No need to she's out of town with my sister. They went over to Great Falls to see my aunts for the week. I decided to stay with the my dog Buddy since rodeo week starts Monday."
I knew that Caleb lived with his Mother and older sister. His Father had been out of the picture since shortly after Caleb was born.
"Then why not stay here for a few days while you are healing? I'll drive over and get Buddy after a bit. No sense hobbling around by yourself over there."
"That is very nice of you, Mr. Johnson. I appreciate it."
"Call me Ray. Let's not be so formal. We've known each other since you were a tyke."
Caleb looked around at the front door and I took the opportunity to steal a quick look at his crotch. It looked normal and I could see no signs of hardness. But I could see a vague outline of his cock and balls nestled together in his running shorts. He looked back my way just in time to catch the tail end of my gaze as it focused on his junk. I turned a bit red but so did he.
"Sorry. my mind was elsewhere for a minute. Do you want something to drink? Water? A coke?"
"Do you have any alcohol? Like a beer? Maybe that'll help take my mind of my ankle. Sometimes I have a beer instead of aspirin when I have aches and pains from running. Usually with a friend or two."
Montana folks learn to drink young. You would too when you have twenty below winters for weeks at a time. I learned to drink a "ditch" during those winter months. It's also called, "branch water and whiskey". But the hot dry long summer days (the sun sets about 11 pm in June at this latitude) call for ice cold beer and plenty of it.
I replied, "Makes sense it acts like an analgesic, you know. Hold on. I'll grab a couple bottles out of the fridge."
We both took a few guzzles of the cold beer. "Caleb, I'll finish this up with you and then get Buddy."
"Thanks again Ray. Could you grab my gym bag it has a change of clothes and my toothbrush? The house is probably not locked but the key is under the second rock left of the door if you need it."
"Ok I'll get it and lock the front door when I leave. I'm going. You grab another beer if the pain increases." Grab one pain or not it might get you horny I thought.
I'm glad I had an excuse to leave because my dick was getting stiff and starting to point straight up. It seemed to know something. In about ten minutes I pulled up to Caleb's house. Buddy who was mostly border collie, was in the fenced backyard and gave me quite a tail wagging, happy to see someone.
"Hold on Buddy. I've got to get something in the house before we go."
I opened the door and found Caleb's room and the gym bag was sitting on the floor. I had been in the house before a few times for dinner but never in his room. His mother was real nice to me as well as her daughter.
They seemed to be happy that an older male was in Caleb's life. But I was happy too and not just for the chores he did for me.
It was a typical boy's room. Sports posters, a half made bed and it smelled clean like a young man. 'I wonder if...' I said to myself as I reached under his bed and found it! A dry washrag, fresh with a few stiff spots of what was probably dried cum. I picked it up and held it to my nose. Yep that's what it is. After a bit of serious inhaling I pulled my very hard dick out and wrapped the washrag around it. I did a few jerk off motions with my fist. Oh that felt good!
But after a few more up and downs, I put the washrag back under the bed. At my age I knew that if I had a chance to cum later with you know who, I had better wait. So I grabbed the gym bag, got Buddy and left after locking the front door. My cock did not go down during the short drive. It was actually as hard as the proverbial rock. It's amazing what a little anticipation will do for an old guy's dick!
"Look", I said starting to lecture my hard dick, "You need to cool it so as not to give away any intentions."
I didn't know if Caleb were straight or not. But I did know that he was horny and of legal age. He was over eighteen at graduation in June and I think he would be nineteen by now or soon. I intend to take it slow for the next few days and see if I could get him off. Or better yet maybe if things turned out, we'd get each other off. I've known in the past that some young guys are attracted to older men like me. Oh jeez, I've got to stop thinking about this for now. I don't want to scare Caleb off by showing up with a rock hard dick dripping pre-cum.
Caleb was inside sitting with his bad ankle on the coffee table, two empty beers by his side. Good thing they were empty because Buddy was making a joyful tail-wagging mess greeting Caleb. And Caleb was just as bad. One of the wonders of the World is to see a boy with his dog and the bond they share.
After Buddy settled down, Caleb looked up, grinned and said, "Had another beer and it sure helped with the ankle."
I said, "No problem there is plenty here but maybe we should get some food in us before you get too silly."
He laughed, "You're right. I've done a six-pack before after a long run. It does make me a little silly. But it makes me feel good too!"
"How 'bout a BLT sandwich. I cooked a bunch of bacon this morning and have some real nice tomatoes and red-leaf lettuce from the garden.
"My favorite and I'm starved, " said Caleb rubbing his stomach.
I went to the kitchen and started toasting some homemade bread to assemble the sandwiches with.
"You like plenty of mayonaisse and pepper, like me? And another beer to wash it all down?" I asked Caleb. We talked across the two rooms which were open to each other in my cabin.
"Wow, Ray we sure are alike in some ways."
"Maybe in a lot of ways, Caleb". I said before catching myself. He just looked at me and grinned with that beautiful mouth and bright blue-green eyes. Along with his long lashes and healthy head of brown hair, he was getting me hard again.
I brought everything over on a tray and sat it down between us. His leg was still up on part of the coffee table and as he grabbed one of the beers, I could see his crotch was bigger. He caught me again and just grinned with no eye contact.
"Oh man Ray! This is good and I'm starved."
He just chomped away until there was no more. Then he swigged a few times on the beer.
"This sure beats staying home alone. I mean er uh... sorry Buddy but you are here too."
"Thats ok Buddy knows you take good care of him." I said looking over at Buddy with his tail thumping, "Now let's look at your ankle."
I grabbed him on the calf above the bad ankle. It was a major tingle to touch him and I think it went both ways. Then with my other hand I unwrapped the Ace.
"Looks a little discolored. Let's see what kind of movement you have."
I moved the hand holding his calf to up above the knee on the back of his upper leg. With my other hand holding the back of his heel,I gently turned it left and right.
"That's better. It doesn't seem to stiff."
I tried bending his knee while holding his foot with my other hand still holding the top part of the back of his leg. His running shorts bunched back a little when he did this. I knew he had no underwear on because I could just barely see the part of his left ball. It was mostly hairless and a little smaller in size than a golf ball.
He saw me looking at it and said, "I go commando when I run. It's more comfortable. Thanks again for helping me with my ankle. I really appreciate it and don't know what I would have done at home to treat it."
The beer was starting to affect both of us with a mild buzz as I replied, "I like guys like you. I mean you take care of yourself. You're full of energy and and seem really into your cross country running. I admire you for doing that while you are young."
That's what I said but what this is what I was thinking, ' I like you. You are good looking, lean and sexy - just my type. You are full of hormones and sperm with a runner's build. It would feel good to me to get you off and watch you cum.'
I came out of my day-dream when I heard Caleb reply, ""Thanks, Mr. John... I mean Ray. I know what you mean. I'll bet you were that way when you were young.", he smiled.
"So what's your plans Caleb now that you are out of school?" said I.
"Dunno. Don't wanna go in the military. At least not yet. Same for college. Think I'll just stay around for now. I'm sure I can get some farming or cowboy type jobs. At least for the next year or so. I'll only be twenty or so by then.
I agreed, "I hear ya. Did something like that myself when I was your age. I think it's a good plan. By then, you'll know what to do."
"Thanks Ray. I appreciate your input."
I smiled back and he then said, "I was hoping I could hit you up for some odd-job work. Ya got anything?
Me,"I gotta few projects that I could use some help on. Especially someone young and strong like you. I'm getting too weak and sore in my old age to lift and push things like I did when I was younger. I know what to do but just don't have as much strength as I used to."
He said, "That's exactly why I think I could stay around for a while. Maybe put some money away. There are others like you, I'm sure. So I don't have to get full time work from one person. That might be hard to find these days given the state of the economy."
"Yep. But getting a little bit from several of us makes for good business. You got the right idea." I told him and added, " Bet that's how a lot of businesses start. You know, Customers!"
"Can I help you hobble out to the porch? We can talk some more and watch the sunset into the Front Range. I've got a nice ranch beef bone for the dog to chew on."
Buddy's ears perked as if he understood exactly what I said.
After we made it out to the porch, I went back for a couple more beers and Caleb asked me to get his gym bag and bring it out.
Buddy had followed us out and went into the yard to pee and sniff around.
When I returned, Caleb was sitting on the oversized home built porch swing looking at the orange sky outlining the western high Rocky mountains. These beauties were only about forty or fifty miles away and averaged over nine-thousand feet in most places. Montana in all its' glory. The air was cool and still and the twilight beauty filled the scene as far as we could see with the bright orange/green/blue hues of the fading sun almost directly abeam my cabin. Darkness approached from both the north and south directions. It must have been about eleven pm or so. Montana summers are far north and daylight last until very late at these latitudes.
Buddy was back and lying on the deck near us. I gave him his bone.
I sat down next to Caleb on the swing and sat the beers on the porch decking. He was reaching into the gym bag as soon I tossed it to his lap and said,
"Ray one more beer is enough for me but I have some pretty good weed that I know will put me to sleep soon and help heal my sprain. Would you like a toke or two?
He brought out a nice baggie of buds and a little glass pipe and lighter as he looked over to me.
"Sure, too many beers will just make me pee and I can usually have a good night's sleep after a few tokes of good stuff."
He held the opened baggie to my nose. What wonderful natural smell I experienced as I breathe in its aroma holding his hand on the baggie as he let me take in it's smell.
"That's great." said Caleb. I wasn't sure how you might react to smoking grass. I don't remember seeing you smoke or chew tobacco."
I replied, "I do a little grass now and then. It's better than too much alcohol. Plus as a bachelor it helps me with my solitary date nights."
Caleb looked over at Buddy who by now was having a wonderful time gnawing at the steak bone I had given him. He said as a question, "Solitary date nights"?
Buddy paused and looked at both of us, his ears and eyes alerting.
Caleb was packing the pipe as I answered, "If I'm in a horny mood it fires my senses and makes me want to jerk off.
Caleb grinned and said, "I think I date her too from time to time. Isn't her name, Rosie?
I gestured my right hand palm up and then sideways and answered, "You know her too? Ms. Palm?"
Caleb snapped a lighter to the pipe as he inhaled I focused on those lips. He had really nicely formed lips. Perfectly proportioned to his handsome and healthy looking face and head. The lips were more manly than pretty. Their edges nicely outlined. Not too thick, not too thin with nice color.
As he started a good hit we momentarily locked eyes. His blue-green eyes surrounded by a brilliant white color. Brows not too thick with a nice shade of dark brown with their connection broken just right over a straight but slightly pegged nose. We broke off the eye lock just in time before this kid was going to make me drool from more than one part of my body.
He moved the pipe to just in front of my mouth and gestured for me to take a hit.
I grabbed a hold of his hand which held the pipe, leaned over and took a good long hit. I held his hand and backed out of my mouth exhaling and smiling at the same time.
He didn't flinch at all as I moved the pipe toward his mouth. He guided to his lips and took a nice long hit again. I was still holding on to his pipe-holding hand. After the hit he pushed my hand away and smiled and exhaled at the same time. Just like I had done.
Caleb put the pipe down and said, "Feels good."
After a brief pause he continued, "That stuff must be good because my ankle seems pain free. I think the blood down there got diverted."
"Diverted. Where?"
"The top of my leg."
I move my hand to just above his knee and said, "Here?"
"Further. Where do you think the blood could move to?"
You know that extra blood can go to your dick and cause it to get hard. I wanted to say but instead I said. "Well you don't seem to be bleeding so my guess is you have a hard on."
I moved my hand to the base of his dick as I said that. It was hard as a rock.
Caleb made a slight moan as he leaned back and clasped both hands behind his head.
I was holding him through his runner shorts. He felt rigid and hot. I tightened my grip and moved up his shaft a little.
Caleb responded with a sexy slow voice, "Pull down my shorts."
I was still in front of him almost kneeling so I grabbed his shorts on both sides using both hands moving as slow as I could go. Just an inch at a time. We were both enjoying this and both our dicks were hard as could be.
My plan was to take his shorts off and roll up from my position onto the couch right next to Caleb and get my hand back into position around his dick.
So far so good.
His cock head started to appear and I could start to see his piss-slit. He was cut and the little loose scar of tissue ringed the bottom rim of his head. I pulled the shorts further down while grasping his shaft with one hand.
As I exposed more of him i started a small up and down movement on that shaft. The helmet of his cock was just slightly bigger around then his shaft which looked to be about one and a half inch in diameter. I could see he was not wet yet at his piss slit so I slightly increased my motion while pulling the shorts off over his feet. It was then that I sat up on the couch and got real close to Caleb.
I spotted a little glistening pre-ejaculate between his glans as I steadily and slowly jerked him up and down.
As this continued, I put my thumb on top of is piss-slit which was perfectly formed between the glans of his cockhead. That added a little lubricant to the jerk-off equation I was formulating in my head.
I so wanted to kiss that leaking pre-cum spot and the close my mouth around that beautiful dick-head. But told myself to go slow so as not to spook young Caleb.
I paused my up and down motion a little and Caleb used my back off to pull my tee-shirt over my head while at the same time he motioned for me to put my legs over his lap. Caleb had both my boots and socks off in what seemed like an instant. He then un-belted my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles and then off of my feet.
There I was prone on the couch lying on my back with my thighs over Caleb's lap. All I had on now was my grey cotton boxer brief shorts. My boner was glad to have the crotch room that these type of boxers offered. That extra room let my dick stand straight up. Thanks Joe.
Caleb reached with his palm up at a 45 degree angle just above my underwear covered cock. He looked right into my eyes. His next motion had tightened around my hard dick still covered by my cotton shorts. Oh his grip felt strong and so good. He guided my hard dick through the opening in my shorts. It stood straight up with my head glowing red. I'm about the same length as his but maybe a little thicker. I think Caleb was happy that I too was circumcised.
In the next moment he leaned over and was licking pre-cum from my piss slit. When he suddenly covered my cock head with his warm mouth. Guess I didn't have to worry about spooking him after all.
I put my arm back over his waist and wrapped my hand around his shaft and resumed jerking him off while he sucked on me. Somehow he managed to remove his lips from my dick long enough to use his hands to pull down my boxer shorts. When he had my underwear down below my knees I was able to shake them totally off. We were both totally naked and totally turned-on.
He put his hand around my balls and resumed with his mouth now giving me a full blow job. Caleb was feeling both of my balls and took more and more of me down his throat. I was jerking him in fully now and intermittently moved my jerk off hand to feel and manipulate his balls. They felt great and full of sperm.
He moaned some more when I handled his nuts. They were almost hairless and each about the size of a unshelled medium walnut. I could tell he loved this because he kept moaning and rubbing my balls the same way while sucking me into his mouth harder and harder.
We kept this up for some time. Each of us brought our hard-on's to the brink and then backed off slightly as we approached cumming. Our timing was perfectly mutual. Somehow we knew how to prolong this into a long satisfying near orgasm.
Whether it was on his sucking upstroke or down stroke I couldn't tell. But in one of those movements he stiffened his tongue and vibrated it against the rim of my cock-head.
That did it. My shaft and cock got stiffer than I ever though possible and I shot into Caleb's throat. At that instant I felt his dick get like a wooden dowel and as I looked over he shot a thick very white stream of ejaculate about three feet straight up in the air.
We continued to have cum shooting spasms until there was no more.
His cum was everywhere but mainly around my hand gripping his hard cock and all over his pubic area and on his stomach as well. We didn't say anything and as my hand slowed over his dick his mouth came off me. He moved up and his mouth was near mine as he came closer and kissed me. I could see he was a happy guy with his contented face and his beautiful eye lashes and brows.
I grabbed the back of his head and held him close as I felt my cum being licked into my mouth and tongue by the sweetest French kiss I had ever had. We stayed like that for some time and then laid back on the couch, he on top of me, and we fell asleep.
to be continued...
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