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Subject: Tuffy Miller 2 – GAY – ENCOUNTERS The following is a partially true story. Names are incomplete or have been altered to assure privacy. The story is intended for a mature audience. If you are under the legal age of consent in your jurisdiction, please do not read and leave now. The story contains profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave and find something else to read. The author maintains all rights to the story. Please do not copy or use without written permission. Nifty survives on your charitable support. Throw 50 cents in a jar every time a Nifty story gets you off. It’s going to add up quick. Nifty Archive Alliance fty/ Tuffy Miller 2 The four of us halted our horses briefly at the intersection of the dirt trail from our camp site where it met the paved road in town to express our good-byes. My friend George, his cousin Scott, and I, all 14 year-olds, set to return to George’s grandparent’s farm a mile east of town and Tuffy Miller, the incredibly sexy 17 year-old foster kid staying with a family on the other side of the river, to return to his foster family’s farm. Vivid visions of the previous night’s festivities danced in my head as I watched Tuffy depart astride his horse, secretly clutching the scrap of paper he had obscurely pressed into my hand as we shook hands over his expressed farewell, and my heart began to race once again. I had not yet read the note, of course, but I suspected that it was either a salacious thank you for our secret, nocturnal encounters the night before, or, hopefully, an invitation for another encounter and my mind was already racing to conceive just how I could possibly make another encounter happen, given my limited circumstances. At 14, I was obviously too young to have a driver’s license or a car and my friend and I had been driven out to his grandparent’s farm by his mother and she would be driving us back home on Sunday evening. With nervous fingers, I managed to surreptitiously secret the note into my jeans pocket without my friends noticing, as I watched Tuffy’s sexy silhouette disappear into the distance across the Susquehanna River bridge. My dick was so hard! If I couldn’t actually taste the copious amount of delicious cum he had pumped down my throat the night before, I could certainly imagine it … the extraordinary volume completely filling my mouth, the unexpected, extreme force of it blasting my throat, the smooth, slippery texture, the unique semi pungent odor, the warmth of it on my tongue and the incredible taste … I was addicted! As soon as we reached my friend’s grandparents farm, I made an excuse to use the bathroom, nervous and anxious to read the note Tuffy had pressed into my hand as we departed in town. My hands literally shook as I dug deep to find the note in my jeans pocket, sweaty from the nervous perspiration my whole body was emitting in anticipation of what the note conveyed. My fingers fumbled to unfold it, careful not to tear it. It read, “Last night was fantastic … then gave the address of his foster family’s farm … and then the notation … they’ll be gone all day Sunday!” My cock instantly hardened at the mere thought of seeing him again. Damn! How the fuck am I going to be able to concoct a reasonable excuse to get away … and how the fuck am I going to get to Tuffy’s foster family’s farm on Sunday, several miles away across the mighty Susquehanna River … and back again to catch the ride home with my friend’s mother Sunday night? And all without drawing any attention or suspicion as to the true motive behind any such absence from my friend’s grandparents farm? But the lure of Tuffy’s incredible 17 year-old sexy body, his magnificent 8″ cut cock and my new addiction to his voluminous sweet cum drove my imagination … I hardly thought of anything else! We filled the day Saturday helping my friend’s grandfather do chores around the farm as my mind continued to grapple with the dilemma imposed and driven by my over-active teenage hormones …and for what had become my addictive drug of choice, Tuffy’s cum! But there appeared to be no easy answer to satisfy my longing for another salacious encounter with him on Sunday. We all retired for the night after a hard day of physical work on the farm, feeling tired but satisfied and happy that we had enjoyed one another’s company while helping George’s grandfather accomplish chores that took more than a single individual to accomplish and he was very grateful for our assistance … not to mention, my friend’s grandmother’s cooking was incredible! Ah, that crispy apple cobbler … teamed up with the homemade ice cream that we hand churned from the heavy cream we stole off the top of the milk cans in the spring house, thanks to his grandfather’s cows … you could die happy after eating that! Sunday morning rolled around and, after a fitful night of wishful dreams with my face buried in Tuffy’s groin, I was resigned to the presumed reality that my vivid fantasies would not come to pass. But then, serendipity intervened … if I was ever to believe in Providence, this would be the day! Halfway through breakfast, my friend George mentioned that we needed to return the pack horse he had borrowed from a local farmer and that we had used to pack our tent, sleeping bags, cooking utensils, food supplies, etc. on our camping trip the previous Friday night (the infamous night of my debauchery with Tuffy). He said they needed the gelding returned that day so that he’d be available for another camping trip the local Boy Scout Troop was planning for the following week. He said one of us would need to ride him back to the owner’s farm from which he had been borrowed and that his owner would then drive us back to his grandparent’s farm in his pickup truck. My heart leaped in my chest … the rate instantly increasing from its normal resting 54 bpm to about 120 bpm of anticipation! Can this possibly be happening?!? It would be tantamount to lightning striking twice in the same place! Since it was an assumed and acknowledged fact, based on my experience and specific previous episodes, that I was the best rider … and since the ride would be somewhat risky along public roads with vehicular traffic … it was only natural that I should be the one to return the horse! And since the owner of the gelding would be driving the rider back, it meant that it had to done alone, as any accompanying rider would have had to have ridden back home alone. It made perfect sense … and my fantasy dreams were about to come true! Just to make it even more perfect, the gelding’s owner’s farm was a mile further on down the road from the address that Tuffy had given me in the note as belonging to that of his foster family … so I would have to ride right by Tuffy’s farm to get to the gelding’s home farm. What could be more perfect? I couldn’t appear too anxious to get the hell out of there, so for the next couple of hours, I puttered around with my friend George and his grandfather doing minor chores around the house and barn, trying not to act too giddy. Finally, around 10 AM, I saddled up the gelding, took a couple of sandwiches George’s grandmother put up for me, grabbed a thermos of water and headed out … to fantasy … to destiny. My mind was racing in anticipation and desire … of course there were no cell phones in those days so I couldn’t call Tuffy to let him know I was coming. Would he be home? Would his foster family have changed plans and stayed home, negating any possibility of a hook up? I tried not to overthink it, but my hormones and my emotions were on fire. I rode the mile into town and then turned east onto the bridge across the Susquehanna River (Native American for “a mile wide and a foot deep” LOL). The horse’s hoof beats across the hollow sound of the bridge’s kocaeli escort surface matched the beats of my heart as we neared the other side and then I turned back north along the road that paralleled the river. Five miles to the address that Tuffy had given me; six miles to the gelding’s home farm. Clickity-click, clickity-click … four miles. My heart raced, clickity-click, clickity-click, the gelding’s hooves moving us closer and closer … three miles. Time seemed to stand still, clickity-click, clickity click … two miles. Are we there yet? We should be there! Clickity-click, clickity-click … one mile … I see a large white house and barn on the right off in the distance. Is that it? Is that where I am going to find my hot teen lover? As I reached the dirt/gravel driveway of the farm, I could see a large two story, white farm house on the left set back 75 yards from the road with the driveway running between the house and a large two story barn on the right with a hay loft above it projecting a prominent arched opening and a hay fork pulley lift used to grab and elevate bulk hay from a wagon below into the hay loft above. I didn’t see any sign of life but I rode in slowly, keeping an eye out for any movement. There were no vehicles in sight but the barn doors were fully open with horse stalls clearly visible beyond so I rode in that direction wondering if I was in the right place. As I approached the barn, the horse’s hooves clearly audible in the dirt/gravel driveway, he appeared … Tuffy … my gorgeous, sexy, shirtless 17 year-old, incredibly handsome, Tuffy! My god he was beautiful! His bare skin glistened with a light coating of sweat … his long wavy hair shown in the sunlight … his strong arms and torso melted my heart … he was the most exquisite vision I could imagine … well, except for, you know, his magnificent teenage cock! His initial questioning look, wondering who was riding in, quickly disappeared, replaced by a coy, sexy smile with a twinkle in his eye as he sauntered slowly over to me, grasping the gelding’s reins at the bit in his strong hands as he arrived next to me. “Whatcha doing, cowboy?”, he coyly smiled. “Did you come for more of THIS?” as he groped his prominent crotch. “Damn, Tuffy, you really know how to cut to the chase, don’t you?”, I smiled in agreement. “Yes, I came for more of THAT, you sexy motherfucker!”, I said with a laugh. To which Tuffy responded, “Well, I might just give you more than you expected or maybe even, more than you can handle.” I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I was so fucking in lust with him that I was anxious to give him anything he desired to fulfill my craving to satisfy him and to swallow his copious cum once again! I dismounted the gelding and together we led him into a stall inside the barn, took his saddle and bridle off and gave him a bucket of water and a flake of alfalfa hay. He’d be happy for a while! Tuffy assured me that we were all alone and that his foster family wouldn’t be back home until quite late. I told him I’d love to spend the entire day sucking his magnificent cock but that I only probably had an hour or two before I would be missed delivering the gelding to the farmer down the road. He smiled and said, “Well, in that case, come with me little brother.” and he took me by the hand and headed for the house, well, actually, to a small building attached to but behind the main house … his private place. The inside was clean, neat and simple … one large room with a bathroom toward the rear and a small kitchen area … hardwood floor with a braided rug covering most of it … and a full size bed against one wall. As we entered, Tuffy smiled tenderly, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said to give him a minute to jump in the shower and asked if I wanted to jump in too. I thought that I might well prefer him a bit sweaty as he just smelled wonderful … like a real teenage boy should, but I figured that if he’d feel more comfortable showering, I’d let him do that … and because he asked me if I would like to do likewise, I assumed that he might prefer me to be fresh and scrubbed as well, so I dropped my clothes and followed him to the bathroom. My physique paled in comparison to his. I was a 14 year-old boy, nearing 15, but still a boy. I had shed the baby fat of my youth and I was slowly developing an athlete’s body, being on the freshman swim team, but I was still crawling out of youth into manhood. At 5′ 4″ tall and 120 lbs., my body was lithe … my skin was silky smooth and hairless, save for a bit of pubic hair above my 6″ hard-on and some underarm stragglers. Perhaps my greatest attribute was my smooth, round, tight, boy butt, shaped into a cantaloupe ass by my swimming training. What I was not short of were my raging, full-on boiling teenage hormones and I desperately wanted to be with this older hot teen stud. As he stepped naked into the shower, I marveled at the pure perfection that confronted me … Tuffy was perfect in every way … 6′ 1″ tall, about 165 lbs. of slender, svelte, hard muscle … brown, wavy, shoulder length hair with deep brown eyes that you could literally fall into … large dark brown nipples crested on tight round pecs above 6 pac abs that looked like my mother’s antique washboard … long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever ending in perfect feet with perfect toes. I had a sudden urge that I wanted to suckle his toes too, they were so perfect. Centered in the middle of all that was the most magnificent cock I had ever seen … even soft, it was over 5 inches long and perfectly shaped with a pointed, narrow spearhead that slipped easily into tight places … like my throat … allowing the long, hard shaft to follow … and a huge pair of huts that hung loosely in his smooth, hairless scrotum ready to deliver his copious load of baby batter. Following behind was a cantaloupe ass of two tight round mounds of hard muscle, designed to drive his magnificent cock deep into whatever it was buried into … whoops … wait a minute … was THAT what he was thinking when he said he might be giving me more than I expected or that I could handle?!? I had certainly fantasized about oral sex and I had practiced extensively with hot dogs, bananas and Italian sausages to swallow almost any sized cock I might encounter, but I had not thought about nor prepared myself to be fucked. It was a concept I had hardly heard of let alone contemplated. I began to worry, what had I gotten myself into? Was I ready for that? If that is what he wanted, would I be able to satisfy him or would I disappoint? In all of my fantasies up to that point, I “got off” mentally by knowing my partner loved what I was doing to please them … pleasing my partner was my only goal. What if I couldn’t? My poor 6″ hard-on deflated in fear and nervous anxiety. I didn’t immediately follow Tuffy into the shower … but waited outside and even contemplated fleeing … but then, he opened the shower curtain and beckoned me to come in with him. I nervously complied. Tuffy, I’m sure, sensing my nervousness, moved up tight against my back with the hot water flowing over him and then over my shoulders and down my chest and he just held me tenderly, nibbling gently on my neck with his lips and humming in my ear. After several minutes, he gently began to wash my back with a wash cloth and soap … shoulders, back … then my smooth, round ass. At first, he swiped the wash cloth across my globes and continued down my legs all the way to my feet as he knelt behind me. And then he refreshed the wash cloth, added new soap, and returned to my ass, gently caressing it while moving closer and closer to the center … slowly, gently, pressing the wet, slippery cloth deeper and deeper into my crevasse … until he was in contact kocaeli escort bayan with my boy hole which he very gently washed, working the slippery, soapy wash cloth across the entrance, probing in ever so slightly to cleanse even the area just inside. I trusted him now and relaxed the entrance to my boy hole and found his soft touch exciting and even exhilarating. Tuffy was so slow and gentle, humming softly in my ear as he moved his fingers around and across my body that I just melted into him. How did this 17 year-old teenager know so much about such mature things, I wondered. He whispered quietly in my ear, “Don’t worry little brother, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do or that will cause you any harm or discomfort. I love what we had together and want only to teach you the greater pleasures of life … but only if you are ready.” I was so turned on by his gentle manipulations, his soft purring in my ear, his hot, hard body pressed tight against my slightly softer teen body, that magnificent 8″ cock of his probing against my buttocks, I was ready to give Tuffy whatever of me that he wanted. We stepped out of the tub and Tuffy grabbed a towel and began drying me off … then, as I stood there naked, he dried himself quickly and without a word, he simply picked me up in his incredibly strong teen arms and carried me into his bedroom, laying me down gently on my back in the center of his bed. Having only received two brief kisses from him previously, I assumed he really wasn’t into making out, but I was wrong … so very wrong! After laying me gently on his bed, Tuffy was poised fully over and above my smooth, young, slender, teen body. I had no idea what to expect, but I trusted him and awaited whatever he had in store for me. He looked me tenderly in the eyes, brushed my hair aside with his long, strong fingers and leaned slowly into me, turning his head slightly, pressing his warm lips to mine … and then his tongue slowly brushed across my lips and then entered my mouth. Jesus Fucking Christ! What just happened?!? I had never felt such an incredible rush in my life … of course, I had never really been kissed before … not REALLY kissed before … just, you know, grandma kisses! Every single nerve in my sensitive young body surged to the fore … Tuffy’s tongue was hot, and wet, and alive and probing my mouth and my senses were lighted up and on fire. I could taste his sweet saliva mixing with my own and I wanted more. God, I had SO much to learn. I knew how to suck cock, period … anything beyond that was unknown to me, but I suddenly realized that I had a great teacher if I was open to learn and I was determined to learn everything I could from this incredibly hot, sexy 17 year-old stud. I mimicked Tuffy’s actions or memorized them, learning and absorbing more and more each second as he lovingly kissed me, then moved his tongue from my mouth to my ears … then my neck … then slowly he traced his tongue down my smooth hairless chest to my nipples and I learned another incredible lesson of how sensitive a man’s nipples are to tongue flicks and soft sucking. Damn! He continued, down across my tight stomach to my groin and I wiggled my ass into his mattress as his tongue tickled each side of my sensitive crotch, my 6″ hard-on feeling like it was going to burst and leaking prodigious pre cum. But he didn’t stop there … there were more lessons to teach as he continued down my smooth hairless thighs tracing his tongue around and behind my knees and further down to my ankles and then my toes … Jesus Christ, my toes … my fucking toes … he sucked them into his mouth and caressed them with his tongue, much as I fantasized about doing to his toes as I coveted them while watching him enter the shower … how fucking exotic … and how fucking sensitive! As he retraced his tongue up the length of my young, hairless legs, I pondered what he would do next. Would he suck my cock? Would he suck my balls? My naïve mind couldn’t fathom what he had in mind and with nervous anticipation, I waited to see, as I felt his tongue slowly travel up the length of my calves, my thighs, to my cock. YES! Fuck, he swallowed my cock to the hilt in one gulp … and held my cock in the tight grip of his mouth and throat … working his talented tongue around and around it! Fuck! I had never been sucked before and it was epic. Now I understood the pleasure I could bring to partners with my talented throat … the throat that had brought Tuffy such pleasure twice during our camping trip Friday night and garnered the invitation for today’s encounter. But he didn’t stay long on my dick … as he swung his legs around into a 69 position with me, his mouth sank lower to my balls, and even though I didn’t have the big silky sack that held his enormous orbs, he savored my smooth balls carefully with his talented tongue as his hips moved around into position over me and I swallowed his massive 8″ cock above me, his gorgeous balls settling into my eye sockets on either side of my nose as he lowered himself into full body contact, his cock buried deep in my throat. Goddamn, I loved his cock and his warm nut sack on my eyes and face was heavenly! We settled into deep throating one another for some time, with Tuffy gently pressing his massive cock into my tight waiting throat, giving me time on each thrust downward to breath and swallow, his knees on either side of my head adjusting the height. I was in cock sucking heaven! I thought that this was perhaps the last act of this magnificent drama and that we would climax with incredible cum shots in one another’s mouths when suddenly, Tuffy pulled off my cock, lifted my thighs slightly and his tongue swept the silky smooth area below and behind my aching balls. Oh, that felt good … another first I thought … but it kept getting better … Tuffy kept going further, and further and the nerve response heightened the further he went. I thought, surely he’d stop before hitting my boy hole, but he didn’t and as his hot wet tongue swept over the entrance to my deepest, darkest, secret place I screamed out in extasy. “Jesus Fucking Christ, Tuffy,” I moaned … “That feels so fucking good! Please don’t stop!” as I deep throated his gorgeous cock. Tuffy then pulled my legs full up with my knees on my shoulders to give him full access to my firm round smooth ass, my tight little brown hole at the mercy of his lips and tongue! I was in an unimagined place, my head spinning with feelings and emotions I didn’t even know existed. As Tuffy was feasting and I was literally squealing with pleasure, Tuffy said, “I love your ass, little brother. I love eating your sweet round ass, baby! I can’t get enough!”. He lifted his cock out of my throat and swung back around, spreading my thighs to accommodate his hard, hot teen body between them … lifted my knees to my shoulders … spread my smooth, round, hairless cheeks with his long fingers and buried his tongue back into my boy hole. “Fuck, damn, Jesus Fucking Christ, Tuffy” I screamed! I was seeing stars and wiggling my buns backward, trying to skewer my ass onto Tuffy’s talented tongue. I didn’t quite know where this was going but I knew that I didn’t want it to stop. All the nerves in my boy hole were now awake and yearning for attention as Tuffy probed and prodded with his lips and tongue. “Please Tuffy! Please don’t stop! I love it!’ I pleaded. As Tuffy continued to probe me with his tongue, one of his long slender fingers swiped a gob of Vaseline from a jar beside the bed and began swirling the grease around and around my boy hole. My hole was absolutely alive with pleasure as Tuffy said softly, “Push out baby, like you’re having a bowl movement and hold it!” I did, and his long slender finger slid ever so slowly and gently inside my dark izmit escort insides. I thought it would hurt, but it didn’t at all … instead, it set off a whole new set of nerves deep inside me that yearned for attention and I wanted more. I don’t even know where it came from but I shouted, “Oh god, Fuck me, Tuffy! Jesus Christ, please fuck me with your big hard cock!” I begged. “I need you inside me! I want to feel you breed me with your hot cum, Tuffy!” As he continued to probe my boy hole gently with his tongue and his long slender finger, Tuffy muffled, “Baby, I’m not sure you’re ready for that. My cock is a lot bigger than my finger. As much as I want to fuck your incredible ass, I promised not to hurt you little brother!” I continued to plead, “Please Tuffy, please … Fuck me … you can go slow and we can stop if it hurts, but I am so turned on right now, you could stuff your arm in me! Please baby, I really want your huge cock inside me! I want to feel you shoot your cum inside me! PLEASE!”. So, very gently, Tuffy scooped up another gob of Vaseline with another finger and added it to the first, slowly swirling it around and around the entrance to my boy hole and then sliding both fingers into me as I pushed out as Tuffy had instructed. GOD! It felt so amazing and as his tongue continued to caress the tight circle of my boy hole, his long fingers together grazed something deep inside me that set off another whole new set of bells and whistle nerve responses … my prostate, that I didn’t even know existed until this moment. For several minutes, I writhed in giddy pleasure, wiggling my ass backwards and sideways as Tuffy probed the depths of my ass with his fingers and tantalized my hole with his tongue until he felt me completely relax my sphincter and he knew I was ready. Withdrawing his fingers from my hot ass lips, Tuffy now thoroughly greased up his magnificent 8″ cock with a handful of Vaseline, pressed another gob inside my hole and moved up, face to face with me, lying on my back, my knees hooked underneath his arms, his fingers gently touching my cheeks in his hands, his dark eyes captivating me, his lips and tongue inches away from my own, my boy hole completely exposed and ready to accept his magnificent cock, yearning to be one with him. Any fear I had was gone. I desperately wanted this to happen. I desperately wanted to feel Tuffy penetrate me … to fuck me … to make love to me … to inject the very essence of his being deep inside me … to make me his! My boy hole twitched, expanding and contracting, winking in anticipation as I felt the slippery arrowhead of Tuffy’s massive cock touch the entrance to my being. His sexy teen toes dug into the mattress to secure purchase as his rock hard ass and powerful legs pressed his great cock forward into my boy hole, just as he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue slipping deeply into my mouth and his long, hard, hot cock slid easily into me. There was no pain, only a sense of incredible pleasure as I felt the fullness of his long hard cock enter and fill me, sliding over that pleasure point deep within, my brain exploding with euphoria! I was in heaven and moaned around his tongue probing my mouth, “Oh god, Tuffy … fuck me … fuck me deep … I love you!” as I unconsciously pulled my knees back even further, raising my ass to maximize his penetration … fuck, I wanted his cock to reach my fucking throat! “I love you too, little brother! Your hot ass is fantastic! I could fuck you all day and all night” Tuff exclaimed. And, for the next half an hour Tuffy did just that … his massive cock slowly sliding in and out of my body, his huge nut sack banging against my ass with each deep penetration of his great slippery cock into my smooth, hot teen body. Two teen boys, one 14, the other 17 coupled up as one in extreme extasy. His lips never left mine … his tongue and saliva mixing with my own as his beautiful cock brought me pleasure that I never, ever imagined possible. Our lips danced and our tongues dueled … Tuffy drew back slightly and allowed a fine, thin steam of his sweet saliva to drool slowly toward my waiting mouth, like pre-cum or cum draining from his great cock … as my tongue eagerly awaited its arrival … Tuffy pressed his massive cock deep within me touching that special place … and without touching myself, I came in a great torrent all over the space between us … Jesus fuck! What the hell just happened. I didn’t know that was possible! I just came without touching myself. Tuffy just literally fucked the cum right out of my balls! Our torsos were sliding around in the massive load of cum I shot between us as the pace of his penetration quickened, his eyes glazed slightly, he moaned, “Oh fuck, little brother, I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum in your beautiful little ass, baby!’ Take my jizz, baby, take it all!” and he exploded inside me. I felt his great cock swell up to new dimensions, turn to steel, and then I felt them … on each successive slow, deep penetration, the contractions down the full length of his cock as each massive load of cum shot deep within me. On each of the successive penetrations, Tuffy’s huge cock became more and more slippery as it sloshed in and out, lubricated by the massive load of cum he was shooting inside of me … cum streams now running down the back of my ass, lubricating his nut sack as his massive prick partially withdrew and then skewered me to the hilt once again to imbed more of his sweet teen cum in my ass until at last, he was spent. But he didn’t withdraw … he left his still hard cock deep within me and allowed it to soften slowly on its own as we lay face to face, torso to torso, stuck together with the massive load I shot between us, still gently kissing and enjoying the moment. As we lay there in one another’s arms, I learned that Tuffy would turn 18 years old in six more months and would then be out of the Foster Care system … on his own … and he planned to hitch hike to California and begin a new life in the unknown. In that I was only 14 years old, I had a long way to go before I would be free and independent … and unable without a driver’s license and vehicle to even contemplate another incredible encounter with him … a very sad realization. I learned that Tuffy had been in multiple Foster Care homes since an early age, in one of which, when he was 14, he had a 17 year old step brother with whom he shared a bedroom. It was that 17 year old step brother that had introduced him to and educated him to all the joys and pleasures of gay sex … which he had just passed on to me … Faith and Begorra! Noticing that two hours had passed since my arrival, we knew that our time together was sadly coming to a close. I felt like a mouse stuck to one of those adhesive glue traps, trying to pry myself away from my new found love … I was so emotionally torn; it was one of the most difficult moments of my young life. We showered together, slowly and deliberately … Tuffy’s hot 17 year-old teen body rejuvenated … I sucked him off again in the shower, his massive, gorgeous cock feeding my addiction one last time as he caressed my face gently and lovingly in his hands … we dressed … walked to the barn … tacked up the gelding … and I rode out to return the gelding a mile down the road … when the gelding’s owner drove me back to George’s grandparent’s farm and we passed Tuffy’s house, Tuffy was standing outside the barn … shirtless … with the sun glistening on his incredible body … waving fondly as we disappeared down the road … a memory for the ages. If Providence had truly played out beyond that day, it would have provided for Tuffy and I to have been together forever and we would have “lived happily ever after”. But that only happens in Nursery Rhymes! I could have died that day and have lived a full happy life! It continues to be one of the most incredible days of my entire life and I fantasize about it often … that … and all the “What ifs?” Comments welcome to hoo