Tony

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Tony

Chapter 1

The first time I met Tony was just after I had taken possession of 60 acres in Southern Alberta. It was mid winter. The skies were clear and the temperature about minus 5 C. I was driving across the short Bridge that was the entrance to my property. I heard laughing and had stopped on the bridge.

I looked over the railing. About a half dozen young Native boys were playing hockey on a cleared portion of the river. The Indian Springs River jogged onto my property at this point and elbow formed a fairly large pond right at the elbow. I bet it made a great swimming hole in summer too.

They were not very good skaters and as two boys went for the puck, the collided and ended up on their butts. I laughed out loud.

All action on the ice stopped and they all looked up at me. Then one boy, I figured about thirteen detached himself from the group and skated over to a set of steps leading up from the river. He walked along the bridge where I waited.

"I'm sorry Sir. Mr. Harry always didn't mind if we used the pond to skate."

"What's your name Son?"

"I'm Tony."

"Well Tony. I don't mind either. You boys can skate all you like and I guess you use it for swimming in summer to. You all have my Permission to use it anytime you like."

"I'm John Penny the new owner."

"Thank you Mr. John."

"Just John Tony. No mister needed."

That was four years ago. I had never met Tony again although I did see him skating in Winter and swimming nude in summer. Boys didn't interest me. I preferred them older, seventeen and up. I'd take off on occasion to Lethbridge, Medicine Hat or Calgary to fulfill my sexual needs.

The property I had was sixty acres in pine, spruce, alder and aspen. It produced lots of dead falls that I would pull out and cut up for fire wood. I usually had a couple of men from the Indian Springs Reserve helping me in summer. I paid them 12 bucks an hour in cash. I knew after I paid them each week I'd not get them back for a few days, but never worried about it.

I was a writer. I had lived in Edmonton, but one winter four years ago had developed a severe case of writers block. It was the City. When I looked out on the river valley, all I saw was blacks, grays and browns. Even the sun looked washed out. It was dreary. I decided I needed to move.

I bet I looked at more than fifty properties.

I was in Ft. Macleod in Southern Alberta. I called my real estate agent. He told me the only property that might interest me was near Indian Springs. It was well off the beaten track. The next day I headed for Indian Springs.

The first 20 kilometers was on pavement. The next 100 kilometers was on gravel. Very rough gravel. I almost changed my mind, but kept going. Why the road was so rough became apparent when I got Indian Springs. An oil exploration camp was just outside of town. That almost changed my mind again. I figured I had driven this far, I'd check it out.

Needing directions, I stopped at the RCMP detachment. I explained why I was here and who I was. He gave me a rough map. I still had another 40 kilometers to go.

Well I fell in love with the house as soon as I saw it.

It was an "A" Frame house of log and stone. A Tall stone chimney stood along one side. Stone wrapped around the house at ground level. A wisp of smoke from a chimney at the back told the power was on. The roof in bright green shingles and house was trimmed in Red. To me it was perfect.

When I stepped out of my Jeep, I was greeted with absolute silence. What better place to write, I doubted I would ever find. What ever the price I was going to own this.

Someone was obviously taking care of the place. The front veranda was clear of snow and the driveway had been plowed out at least once. Next to the house was a single car garage decorated like the house. Another small building looked like a wood shed. It too was covered in green shingles with red trim.

The key was in the box at the front door. I knew immediately someone had to be taking care of the house. Everything was spotless. Not a dust mote anywhere. The main floor consisted of the huge front room with fire place, floor to ceiling front windows, with a million dollar view of the green foot hills to the west. A kitchen, with Fridge and stove, a small walk in hamper and table with four chairs.

The full basement had an almost complete suite. The water tank was huge. The furnace was running when I checked. All electric I noticed. So no gas. That was fine with me.

The loft contained the only bedroom, except for the small one in the basement suite. That and a full bath and walk in closet was all there was in the loft. The double bed made the place look huge. No walls either. The bedroom looked down on the living room.

I would buy it regardless of cost. I thought.

That was four years ago. I had published three books in that time and was working on my next. I had most of my stuff here from Edmonton. The electronics, computer and of course my King Sized bed. I'd built a cover and walls for the hot tub on the back balcony. And I had all my book collection.

Most of the books I wrote were novels based on history. I was now reading the rise and fall of the Roman Empire. Pretty heavy stuff to my mind.

I was sitting on my veranda waiting for the three men from the reserve that cut and cleared my dead falls. I had them out for about two month every summer. I used my fireplace to keep the main floor warm in winter. Saved on electricity.

I saw the three men coming up the driveway. Two I recognized the third I did not. The two that had been here before said good morning and head for the garage to get the tools out. The third walked up to me.

What I saw was a young, but not that young native. He filled out the t-shirt he had on real good. He also wore snug blue jeans and the bulge in those jeans reminded me it had been a few months since I had visited the Bridge or Calgary. He was one very well put together young man.

I stood up as he approached.

"You don't remember me?"

"Can't say that I do."

"I'm Tony. I met you the first day you moved in here. We were skating and you gave us permission to use the pond."

"Wow! You sure have changed Tony."

"My Dad got drunk again last night and he said I could come in his place. Is it okay?"

"Sure. Maybe we can talk later. You know your way around a chain saw?"

"Yes Sir."

"No Sirs here Tony and no Misters either. I'm just John."

That got a laugh from him and I thought I perceived a thickening of that bulge.

"I'd like to talk after work if that's okay with you John."

"Sure, that's fine."

He followed the others.

I felt the bulge in my jeans and wondered if he noticed. As usual I took out lunch for them. The two older men drank two of the six beers I brought out. That was the limit I set down. They knew I'd fire them on the spot if they brought hard liquor. Tony drank water, three bottles of water. They thanked me when done and went back to work.

I heard them coming about three. They always brought back the full wagon and unloaded it. The next day one would cut up the logs they brought the previous day, while the others went back to clearing dead falls.

The first thing I noticed was that Tony had removed his jeans and all he had on was a sort of soft leather loin cloth. It was so soaked with sweat, it left not much to the imagination. He helped the two other unload the wagon and then they left, saying they would see me in the morning.

Tony walked onto the veranda, draped his jeans over the railing and sat down in the other lounger. That accentuated the bulge in his loin cloth. I almost dropped to my knees right then and there.

"You look like you could use something cold to drink Tony."

"Yeah a cold beer would be nice. I don't drink while I'm working."

There was no way I could hide my hard cock. When Tony had walked on the veranda it had gone up and when he sat down it fully erected. It was down one leg of my jeans. I saw Tony smile as I stood up to go and get a few beers. I tried to adjust it so it didn't look so bad, but then just gave up.

Tony drank one beer down immediately and then sipped the next.

"God I forgot how hot it gets out here. I must have sweated a gallon."

"You want to take a shower Tony?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Of course not. Come on I'll show you."

I took him up to the loft. Showed him the shower and where the clean towels were and left him.

About 20 minutes later he walked out onto the veranda with a towel around his middle. I was sure he had not put on that sweat soaked loin cloth. He leaned back against the railing.

"That sure feels better."

It's now or never, I thought.

"Tony, come over here."

When he got close, I reached up and pulled the Towel loose from around his waist. It just fell to the deck.

"I'm presuming this is what you want to talk about Tony." I reached up and gripped his flaccid cock.

"God I was so sure you were Gay John."

"Tony, I almost raped you when you came on the veranda in that loin cloth. I figured a shower would get you out of them. His cock had hardened while I talked.

He was almost perfect to me. A thick eight inches, uncut. Nice plump balls hanging in a loose sack. The thick bush above his cock highlighted that nice cock. He was almost the same size and thickness as I was and I couldn't wait to feel it sliding inside me. But for now I gently pulled him forward and let it slide into my mouth.

"Oh god John, I never." Then his instinct took over and he thrust his hips forward. That nice cock slid into my throat and my nose was mashed into that thick bush.

I played with his plump balls as he slowly fucked my face.

"It's been so long John I won't last long."

That I noted was already happening as his movement became erratic and jerky.

"I'm cumming John." He said as he started to pull out of my mouth.

I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into my throat. His first shot completely filled my throat and I had to back off to keep from chocking. I swallowed that first shot and two more followed. The last on my tongue so I could savor him. He was very salty, but that never bothered me. I swallowed the last and moved back. I jacked his cock and licked off the few small beads of cumm. Then sat back.

"Very nice Tony. Perfect size and real nice load. Can hardly wait for you to fuck me."

"Really. I never had it in back. So you got to go real slow."

God, Tony was a virgin. Very unusual for a native.

"We can talk about that Tony."

"My turn John."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around him.

"Well no hurry unless you have to be someplace else."

"No I'm good for the night."

I leaned in and kissed him. We went into a frenzied lips lock both trying to get into each others mouth. Tony unsnapped my jeans. He backed a little and went to one knee as he unzipped my jeans.

He pulled my runners off, followed by my socks and then pulled down my jeans. My cock, hard as stone was trapped inside my bikini briefs. After getting my Jeans off he slowly lowered my briefs.

"You have a real nice cock John. I love how you trim your pubes; sort of makes your cock stand out."

He used one hand on my butt to pull me forward. His pink tongue came out and licked up the precumm, then he slowly took my cock into his mouth. That tongue of his always moving around and over my glands. This boy had definitely sucked cocks before.

He deep throated my cock and all the time that tongue was working. With one hand he played with my balls as the other slowly moved up and down the crack of my ass. Every once in a while his finger would brush over my pucker. That sent waves of pleasure to my mind. This kid was driving me around the bend. I could feel the pressure building already. Never had any one brought me up so fast.

He seemed to know when I reached my limit and pulled back to take the first shot in his mouth. Then he swallowed my cock as I pumped my thick sperm almost directly into his stomach. After he drained me he slowly pulled off licking my cock clean he ha pulled back. He too jacked my cock and got the bit that dribbled out. Then sat back on his heels.

"Was that okay John?"

"More than okay Tony. That was the best I have had in a long time."

I stood and pulled him up. We kissed, almost a chaste kiss. Come on inside, getting a chill in the air. We just left everything on the veranda.

"Grab us a beer while I light the fire place."

As Tony headed for the kitchen, I noticed something else about him. He had an almost perfect bubble butt. Most First Nations boys I had one had a more flat ass. I had had a lot of Native boys inside me and had fucked a lot too. Most were like Tony, that is salty.

I got the fire place going and sat down in one of the big leather couches. Tony came over with two beers and flopped down beside me. I casually reached out and flipped one of his nipples.

"Oh don't you will get me going again. They are so sensitive."

"Well next time we'll do it together okay."

"So Tony. How long have you been trying to get into my jeans?"

"Since the first day I saw you four years ago."

"You knew you were gay even then?"

"Not exactly. All I knew was I liked to suck cocks. The one you showed in your jeans looked real nice."

"So who taught you to suck?"

"Well I don't know that I was really taught. I just had lots of practice. The first time I got sucked, I was ten. It was by a boy from the church. Later I sucked him and liked it. When I was eleven I sucked the preacher off and used to suck all the boys at the church every Sunday.

How come you are still a virgin after sucking so many cocks?"

"Well one of my friends told me what happened to him. Several of the older boys got him in the old barn one day and raped him. He said he was in pain for almost a week after. Now he loves to get fucked, but I just didn't want to have happen the same to me. When ever a boy tried, I ran away."

"Tony, no matter how slow I go, there is always some pain."

"I know John, but I also know you will be careful too."

"Well we will worry about that later. Now how about we cook up a couple of steaks for dinner. We can grill them and maybe use the hot tub later."

The steaks were great and the hot tub nice. We sixty nined in bed and I slept with his nice bush in my nose. We sucked each other off in the morning.

He put on the leather loin cloth that he had rinsed out the night before. I had thought that the loin cloth was just leather briefs. I found out later that in reality they were a g-string. There was a pouch in front with a flap about 18 inches long hanging in front and back. Under the one in back was nothing more than a thin strip of leather going up the ass crack.

The other two men headed back up to the tree line. Tony started to split and stack the wood cut the day before. He never bothered with his jeans today.

I opted for very snug and short cutoffs. I didn't bother with briefs. About 10 I headed out to give tony several bottles of water.

He had his hair pulled back in a pony tail. The muscles of his back moved almost sensually as he worked. Already the sweat poured off him soaking that leather brief. He stopped chopping and turned as I walked up.

"Thought you might need some more water." Yeah, I'm out."

As I walked up to him, his natural musk, plus the sweat assailed my nose. I was instantly hard. I stepped into him close and wrapped my arms around him putting them on his bare ass cheeks.

"God you smell great Tony."

"Like a horse maybe." He laughed.

I pulled him real close and ground my crotch into his.

"God John you do that I'm going to cumm."

"Well can't let it go to waste." I pulled him into the shade of the wood shed.

I just kneeled and pulled down his loin cloth. As that beautiful cock popped out and up, I used one hand to pull it level and slid it into my mouth. As my nose buried itself in that sweat filled bush, I almost blew in my cutoffs. Like he had done to me the first time, I used lots of tongue up and down and around his thick cock. The pressure of his hand on my head increased as he came close.

"God I'm cumming already."

His salty sperm blasted into my mouth. Damn it was a bigger load than yesterday. Four big streams of cumm filled my mouth to over flowing. I had to gulp it down. I then savored the trickle that came out.

I knew immediately where I wanted that thick cock.

"Lift you foot Tony." I pulled off that cloth.

I stood and took his hand. Leading him to my house and inside. I never stopped until I had him standing by my bed.

"Fuck me Tony. I want that meat inside me."

I unsnapped my cutoffs and let them drop. Kicked off my runners. Then lay on the bed.

"There's lube in the side case Tony."

He got the lube and then climbed on the bed on his knees. I pulled my legs back.

"Oh wow. You even shave back there."

"Yeah, but not as close as I like. Maybe you can help me out later."

Tony lathered his thick cock with plenty of lube and smeared my pucker with more. He shuffled forward and I felt the head of his cock on my hole.

"Go slow Tony. It's been a few months."

He never spoke, just slowly started to push. I gritted my teeth as the pain increased. Damn I should have had a few fingers in first, but too late now. How anything could be so painful and feel so good later was a wonder.

When he got that big head inside he stopped.

"Come you big stud. Kiss me."

Tony leaned over me, pushing me almost in half. We went into lip lock. I could feel the pressure on my insides as he slowly pushed. Wanting him now all the way, I reached down and gripped that bubble butt. I just pulled. Slam he hit the top of my canal and I grunted in pain.

"You okay John?" Concern in his voice.

"Just hold it there Tony. Let me get used to you.

Except near my entrance the pain subsided pretty quick.

"Slow to start Tony."

The feelings of that thick cock sliding along the membranes in my canal brought up real fast. Add in that he was hitting my prostrate on almost every stroke pushed me get more.

"Faster Tony, harder love. Fuck me Tony, fuck me hard."

Soon he was hammering my ass like a piston. He had an iron grip on my thighs as he hammered my hole. God forgive me I never wanted it to end.

The sweat poured off him as he worked that cock in and out of me. He finally reached down and gripped my raging cock. That did it for me my cock went off like a cannon. That tightened my hole on his cock. His head went back and he howled like a banshee as his load erupted inside me.

He collapsed over me.

We both just lay there coming down from that massive rush of pure pleasure.

"My God John I have never felt something like that before. You are so smooth and so hot inside."

"I love how you fill me Tony. I love you Tony."

After he pulled out I sucked his cock clean, much to his surprise.

The astonished look in his eyes told me he needed an explanation. "Tony after you went to work I used a hose I have attached to the shower to clean myself out. Nothing on your cock but your sperm."

"Oh wow. After I screwed boys on the reserve I'd really have to wash my cock."

I pulled him into the shower. After a good shower I showed him the hose."

"Well I better use that before you fuck me John."

"We will Tony."

"Guess I should get back to work. Damn my G is out in the wood shed."

I tossed him a pair of my cutoffs.

They fit him better than me.

He helped me fix lunch for the other two men and he went back to work as I took it to them.

I drank a beer as Tony ate lunch. Then he pulled me into the wood shed. He had my cock in his mouth almost as fast as I had done him earlier.

"Tony, you want to move in with me?"

He stopped sucking and looked at me.

"you really want me to move in with you John?"

"Yeah I do. You could go back home tonight and pack what you need and bring it tomorrow."

"Okay." Then he went back to sucking me. After getting me off he sat back on his heels.

"Dessert for the lunch." He laughed.

I left him alone the rest of the day. Got another chapter of my next book almost done. When the second days wagon was unloaded there was a fair amount of Logs to split. The two others just took off and Tony came up to the veranda.

No pretense this time. I grabbed a couple of beers while Tony went to shower. I was sitting nude on the bed when he came out. He took a sip of beer before we were in tangle of arms and legs on the bed. We gave each other a slow pleasurable blow Job. Then just lay beside each other.

"John, can you shave me like you are?"

"Sure. As soon as you get moved in."

We had dinner and then Tony dressed and headed home.

I sat and watched a glorious sunset and then headed for bed. I had no problem sleeping with Tony's odor still lingering on my bed.

I woke super refreshed. Best sleep I had had in a long time. Made coffee and walked out to wait for me crew and lover.

Well the regular two showed, but no Tony.

"Where's Tony?"

"Oh yeah. His dad took real sick and Tony took him to town to the clinic. Problem is he stole the band cops truck. He might not be back."

"That stupid fucking asshole." I said out loud.

I told the two to just split what was cut before doing anymore.

I had a mind to head to Spring River to see if I could help him. That thought was just in my mind when I saw the Band Cops car coming up my road.

I'd met the Band RCMP officer several times. He appeared to be pretty laid back for a cop. The car pulled up and stopped. He got out, walked around and opened the back door. He helped Tony out. Tony was in hand cuffs.

"You stand by the car boy and don't fucking move." He told tony.

He walked up to me and put out his hand.

"Good to see you John."

"you too Mike. What's he charged with?"

"Nothing yet. Under the circumstances my boss said to give him a good lecture and let him go. He's really a good young man with no trouble with law. He told me he's working for you full time."

"Yes he is or was, depending on him."

"His father is in the Foothills General Hospital in Calgary. They flew him out with STARS this morning. I doubt very much he will last long this time."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well the old man was a total alcoholic. Got into some home made whiskey. Shut his kidneys down."

There's not much anyone can do."

Mike let Tony go.

"You behave yourself Tony and you won't see me again."

"Yes Sir. I promise Sir."

Tony had his head down as he walked up to the veranda.

Mike tossed two suitcases out of the trunk of his car. Nodded at me, climbed in and after a U turn sped off my property.

"Well Tony?"

He lifted his head and looked at me. I could see the unshed tears in his eyes as he felt his whole world crashing down around him.

"Come here love."

He was in my arms instantly bawling his head off. I guided him inside and onto one of the big couches. I just let him cry.

When he got down to sniffles, I wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"I was so worried you wouldn't want me John. I just didn't know what to do. My Dad was coughing up blood. I was going to call you, but knew you only had a jeep. I grabbed Mikes truck."

"It's okay Tony. You got away with it. Helping out your dad was the right thing to do. I'm not mad at you."

He snuggled up close.

"Now, go pick up your bags and get them unpacked. Then pack a small one."

"Why?"

"Well you will need some clothes to see your Dad. I'll drive you to Calgary."

That brought on another wave of crying.

Tony got up to do as I had told him. I went and packed a couple of good shirts, t-shirts, underwear, socks and a couple of pairs of jeans in a small bag. As an afterthought I stuffed in my shaving gear.

Tony came up with his bags.

"Better shower too Tony."

"Yes Sir."

I didn't correct him, just went down to my computer. I had internet, but it was spotty at best. I did make a reservation for a suite at the Holiday Inn and got a rough map of where the Foothills Hospital was. I was ready to go.

I watched Tony walk down the stairs. He was absolutely gorgeous. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the white t-shirt he filled perfectly. The very prominent bulge in his jeans completed the picture of perfection. I could have dragged him to the carpet right then and there and raped him.

"Grab some water from the fridge. I'll go talk to the boys."

I told the guys I'd be away a few days and why. They could come and work, but bring their own lunch and no Booze. They knew the consequences of drinking hard liquor. I met Tony at mt jeep and we were off.

As was normal those first 100 klicks was the worst. After that it was pavement all the way to Calgary. We stopped in Ft. McLeod for lunch and were in Calgary before rush hour.

After checking in I called to get visiting hours. We could go anytime.

I waited while Tony visited his Father. I also talked to one of the nurses. Tony's Dad was on life support. What ever he had drunk, had totally destroyed several organs and if he did recover, his mind was gone. Clinically, he's already dead. The machines now are keeping him going.

Tony came out crying and I just held him.

"He didn't even know me John. He just stared."

An attending Doctor took us booth into an office. He told Tony what I already knew. Indian Affairs would cover the first six months of his fathers stay, then the band would have to pay. I knew the band was pretty poor by most standards and couldn't afford the thousands of dollars needed. Tony knew too. He asked some very intelligent questions and then told the Doctor he would authorize taking his father off life support. After signing several Papers, Tony visited his Dad one last time. He cried all the way back to the hotel.

All he wanted was to cuddle that night. His father passed away quietly while we slept.

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