My dad is , a firm believer in human nature, and didn’t believe
there was such a thing as a bad kid. He felt with all his
heart, all any kid needed to develop into a productive adult
was guidance, love and discipline. I guess that’s why each
summer he brought some troubled kid to the ranch. It was his
way of proving a point.

No one was surprised when Dad showed up with Carlos. It
was summer, time to welcome a stranger into our home. Time
for me to get acquainted with the boy who would be my brother
for the next three months.

I took an immediate liking to the boy. He was my age
and incredibly attractive. Carlos, though small and gangly,
possessed one of the most scrumptious baskets I’d ever
admired. I noticed, as I helped him get settled, that he
wasn’t at all like most of the boys Dad brought to the ranch.
He was kind of quiet, even polite. It was obvious right form
the start that Carlos was a very pleasing young man. But it
wasn’t until later that evening, when I went to his room to
say goodnight, that I discovered just how pleasing Carlos
really was.

His back was too me when I opened the door to his room
and found him completely naked. The sight of him took my
breath away. I was sure he was playing with himself, but I
never let on. Truth is, I felt a little embarrassed about
walking in on him unannounced. But embarrassed or not, I
couldn’t take my eyes off his smooth round ass. The sight of
his slender body in all its glory was a lustful temptation.

Carlos immediately leaned down to retrieve his pants
from the floor. “That’s all right,” I said, enjoying the
sight of his huge balls as they swayed heavily from thigh to
thigh. “You needn’t bother. I just wanted to say
goodnight.”

As if he had read my mind, Carlos smiled and slowly
turned to face me. At once my eyes dropped to explore the
sizable cylinder of semi-erect man-flesh jutting from a
dense mat of curly, black pubic fur. I stared wantonly at
the thick fold of skin that sheathed the entire crest of his
thick fuckmuscle. There was no concealing the enormous
bulge rising up in the crotch of my jeans. There was
something about foreskin I found irresistible. I wanted to
tongue his big spongy cock so bad I could taste it.

“Do you have everything you need?” I asked, stalling, so
that I could admire his magnificent body for a few more
seconds. “Is there anything I can get for you before I turn
in?”

Carlos grinned pleasantly. He fidgeted nervously as his
organ began to visibly swell. “Thank you. I’m fine,” he
replied. “How about you, Tanner? Is there anything you
need?”

I felt my face glowing red-hot. Christ, was my
attraction to him that obvious? I glanced down between his
legs again. His stiffening cock twitched with pleasure as
the tight ridge of overlapping flesh retraced to expose the
tip of his plump, purple knob. I shivered with delight as
my demanding dick heave a generous glob of gooey pre—cum
into my over extended Jockey shorts.

“I think I’d better be going,” I stammered reluctantly.
“You’ll find out days start pretty early around here.”

“What,” said Carlos, as I reached for the door, “no kiss
goodnight?”

We both laughed as a means of breaking the sexual
tension that had suddenly filled the room, but we both knew
he wasn’t joking. His soft, wet lips were mine for the
taking.

The thought of messing around with another guy didn’t
trouble me in the least. I’d been experimenting around with
a couple of my buddies since junior high. I was no stranger
to having a juicy cock in my mouth, but I’d never kissed a
guy before, not kissed the way Carlos longed to be kissed,
anyway. A part of me wanted to take him in my arms and put
my steamy mouth over his, but I was reluctant.

I took a step toward him and his entire body grew tense
with passion. I couldn’t. I didn’t even know if he could be
trusted. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take a rain check.”

“Anytime,” said Carlos, climbing into bed naked, pulling
the covers up over his smooth, hot body.

In the dark privacy of my room, I laid alone, thinking
about Carlos. In response to the beckoning of my throbbing
cock, I slid a hand beneath the covers. In the room across
the hall I knew Carlos was doing the same thing. His fingers
were busy playing with his big, uncut prick, yanking its
thick, loose skin up and down over his inflated cockhead,
working his swollen balls into a state of manly ecstasy.

I felt my own balls tighten with climactic urgency. It
had taken every bit of willpower I could muster to keep from
crawling into Carlos’ bed. I tried to imagine how wonderful
his sleek, young body would feel against mine. The mere
thought of his skin against mine left me gasping. I was on
fire like never before as my cock spurted strands of sticky
jism across my heaving chest.

The next morning, after breakfast, I packed a lunch and
met up with Carlos at the stables. Dad wanted me to show
our guest around, and the best way to do that was on
horseback.

Carlos watched anxiously as I saddled our mounts. His
expression alone told me he had never been this close to a
horse before, let alone ride one. I wouldn’t say he was
afraid, just extremely cautious.

I was sure Carlos was going to love riding as much as I
did. I loved the way the hard leather felt against my ass.
The swaying of the horse’s shoulders, and the way it made the
saddle horn gently rub against my cock always gave me the
most incredible sensation. It was enough to make a guy shoot
his wad.

At noon we stopped to rest the horses and have a
sandwich. Carlos wasn’t ready for the rodeo circuit just
yet, but for his first time, he wasn’t doing half bad. After
nearly three hours in the saddle, he walked a little stiff
legged, and he had a pretty respectable boner, but that was
to be expected.

We ate and Carlos admired the land. I couldn’t tear my
eyes from the mountain of tense cookmeat pressing out against
the crotch of his jeans. I knew from experience, his sweaty
nuts were swollen tight with manly spew. Carlos squirmed
uncomfortably, no doubt irritated by his sweat soaked
underwear rubbing against his chafed buttocks.

“You night want to take off your pants and let them air
out a little before we head out,” I suggested hopefully. I
was desperate for another opportunity to see his magnificent
cock.

Carlos agreed my idea was a good one, but I could tell
he felt a little funny about being the only one to remove his
pants, so we both took off our pants and laid them in the
sun. As if he wanted to make certain I had noticed his big,
throbbing dick, Carlos reached down and squeezed his rigid
slab of man—flesh. My own prick pulsed with a vengeance as
we returned to the shade where I watched Carlos continue to
grope himself.

Man, am I horny,” he panted, reaching down inside his
shorts.