Hot Valley by James Lear Page B

months blinded me. God knows, Jack, I was aware of the dangers. But now, all my fears had been realized: I was an outcast, struggling to stay alive. And, you see, I needed that horse.
    I leaped forward, fell to my knees, and dived in. My tongue found his asshole and started licking. He gave one loud “God damn!” and then surrendered to the experience. His ass tasted of sweat, but it was clean and sweet as I lapped at it. My cock was like an iron bar inside my pants, and it was desperate for release. Unwilling to relinquish his ass, I started struggling with my belt and buttons, and ended up losing my balance and rolling over in the straw of the stable floor.
    â€œShit!”
    I looked up and saw the boy gazing down at me. His pants were around his ankles, and his cock, which was small and thick, stuck up at a jaunty angle from his furry belly.
    â€œNeed a hand?”
    He didn’t wait for a reply, but knelt beside me and continued to open my trousers. I put my hands behind my head and let him get on with the job. When my dick was finally free, it sprang out of my pants as if it was on a spring.
    His eyes goggled, and his mouth fell open. “Gee… I’ve never seen one that big before… I don’t know if I can… Well…” He started toying with it, stroking the underside with his fingertips, tracing up to the tip, where my foreskin was starting to pull back. Finally he grasped it, and moved
his hand up and down. With each stroke, more of the head was exposed. He appeared to be transfixed. I reached around with one hand and found his cock. He was still rock hard, so I guessed that any misgivings he had about my size were not enough to scare him off. We stayed that way, playing with each other, for a while, as the sun illuminated the dusty straw and the horses occasionally snuffled and stamped in their stalls.
    â€œWhat’s your name, boy?” I said.
    â€œEdward.”
    â€œWell, Eddie, you want this up your ass?”
    â€œYeah…”
    â€œThen you’d better get it nice and wet.”
    I wanted to see his cute little face looking up at me while my dick plowed into his mouth.
    He lay down beside me, his head near my stomach, so I could play with his curly hair while he made a few tentative licks and kisses on my cock. It had been a long time since I was touched there, and I could have wept with relief. Finally he opened his mouth wide and took the head. I rubbed the back of his neck and encouraged him gently downward. When he’d got the measure of me, and was working his lips up and down my shaft with increasing pace, I moved my hand over his shoulders and down his back until I could play with his ass. I kneaded the white, elastic flesh of each cheek, and then, by poking and prodding, I found his hole. Wetting my finger with spit, I pushed it into him to the first knuckle, then the second. He didn’t stop sucking, but started moaning. He was ready.
    He rolled off me and, lying beside me, kicked off his boots and pants. Now he was completely naked, while I was fully clothed, with my pants open and my shirt pushed up. The contrast—his nakedness and my clothes, his white skin and my black—made me even more eager to fuck him.
    I thought I would have to break him in gently, but this jockey knew exactly what to do. Springing up, he placed a knee on either side of my hips and, holding my prick, guided it to the target. He ass was wet and open, my dick was lubricated with his saliva and the juice that was flowing out of the tip. All I had to do was brace my hips slightly upward, and I entered him. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, still holding on to me. Then, relinquishing his grip, he started to lower himself. He took it slowly, and I didn’t thrust, unwilling to hurt him—but, when he reached the thickest central part of my shaft, he stopped.
    â€œIt hurts,” he said.
    â€œTake your time, Eddie.”
    His thigh muscles were