Chapter 4
It was a perfect day for visiting Six Flags Over Texas, unofficially known as Texas' answer to Disneyland. Even though it was almost noon before Dan and Phil had parked and entered the grounds, the temperature still comfortable for strolling through the various sections that dwelt entertainingly with Texas history.
They studied a map, picking out attractions of special interest. Dan had been warned it would be impossible to do the whole part in a single day, and their day already was half spent in the leisurely chat at the hotel and the breakfast that followed.
Glancing at his watch, Dan turned to Phil who was staring at the ski lift car passing overhead-one of a dozen on the ride that gave a bird's eye view of the entire park.
"That's one ride I certainly don't want to miss," Phil said as the car vanished over a clump of frees.
"Okay, but we've got five minutes to find the Crazy Horse Saloon-they've got a show there that should be fun."
They made their way over various paths to the early day Texas section of the park and the saloon. They arrived late, and the show was beginning as they squeezed through the swinging doors and took the last two seats at the back of the room.
The show attraction was an old-time variety program such as might have been found in any better western saloon, and Phil was soon engrossed in the effects used, especially the sound and lighting.
"Not bad, really," he whispered. "But what they desperately need is a follow spot. They could do a lot more that way."
Dan nodded, smiling to himself. Little One hadn't been in the park half an hour and already was finding ways to improve it.
The show ended in a rousing burst of applause, and Dan, Phil and the rest of the audience spilled out onto the street as the sound of gunfire erupted. Dan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as he heard the announcement of the "shoot out."
They walked down the street to where a crowd had gathered in front of a replica of Judge Roy Bean's territorial court house, complete with old timers spitting and whittling on the front porch. On the wide street were the participants in one of the famed judge's court sessions, Dan and Phil watched as the "trial" ended with a shoot out that left the bad guys sprawled on the street, shot "dead" in their attempt to escape the lawmen.
The crowd broke up with a burst of applause, and Dan and Phil strolled down the street and around one of the many corners-Six Flags seemed to be made of corners as one age in history backed up against another just around the corner, Dan noted.
Little One was deeply interested in various technical effects in use throughout the park. They passed the gate into the waiting line for the flume ride. As in most of the more popular rides, the waiting area was a snaking line of people doubling back and forth a dozen times.
They paused, then joined the line.
"They must spend thousands every week on this air conditioning setup." Phil said as they leaned against the log post railing. Above were ducts spewing forth cold air over the waiting patrons, even though much of the cooling was dissipated through the open sides of the palm-thatched shed.
"You'd think they would devise some way of holding the air in," the youth mused as he studied the system while the line gradually inched closer to the ride.
"But it wouldn't be as pleasant on a day like this if there were walls and-"
"There must be a better way than walls. Something like air jets or the like. It'd be interesting to work on a solution." .
The ride consisted of a canal through which hundreds of gallons of water flowed, propelling hollowed logs carrying passengers through a wooded area to the finale in which they plunged into a pond like a roller coaster.
A youthful attendant helped Dan into the log first, as another youth---likewise apparently a college student working in the part for the summersteadied the bobbing craft. After Dan sat down he turned and held up his hand for Phil, who hopped nimbly into the craft and sat down in the narrow space between Dan's legs which were braced against the front of the narrow log.
Another pair was helped in the back section, and the attendant-who had, Dan noticed, cast covetous looks at Little One while standing with bronzed foot holding the boat against the current-released the boat which started bobbing forward.
Little One leaned back and Dan slipped his arms loosely around his companion, He could smell the clean, pungent odor of Little One's hair as the lad's head rested on his shoulder.
"Careful or somebodyll have us arrested for lustful and lewd appearance or something," Dan whispered and Phil giggled.
The log flowed meirily through a quiet wooded area that seemed miles from the rest of the park even though just a few feet away the clatter of gunfire and frantic whistle of a locomotive indicated an Old West train was being robbed.
At last the log swept around a sharp bend and floated toward a steep incline, and as it was dragged upward like a roller coaster car, Little One was pressed even closer against Dan, and they both laughed as Dan growled "Watch it!"
Little One clutched at his friend's arm to brace himself. Then suddenly they were plummeting down and splashing into a lake at the bottom of the slide. Spray billowed over the log, dampening their shirts and faces and adding to the thrill.
Both were still laughing at the sudden plunge as the log floated around the final curve and glided to a stop at the pier where the same attendant extended a bronzed foot to stop the craft. He gave his hand to Little One as the youth slipped on the wet bottom of the log, and Dan glowered as the attendant held on slightly longer than necessary.
The boy merely grinned and turned to help another patron into the log.
Dan prided himself on keeping trim, walking much of the time around the Village on pleasant mornings, but he was no match for Phil when the youth hiked toward the outdoor restaurant overlooking a lagoon where half naked college types in war paint paddled the park "tenderfeet" through the wild west.
They admired the bodies as they ate, and Dan felt his heavy cock growing stiff as he watched.
After lunch they rode other rides, all coming under the careful scrutiny of Little One's technically oriented eye. The afternoon and evening progressed pleasantly, with an almost running commentary of both good and bad opinions from Phil.
They ate supper in the park, and both were exhausted by the time they finally returned to the motel.
"Let's take a shower, okay?" Phil said as he entered the cool, dark room. "I'm sticky and sweaty and probably smell like a horse."
"More like a horsy little boy," Dan muttered, but Phil was already in the bathroom and turning on the shower, so he didn't hear.
Dan paused, wondering if he should shower with Little One, The boy answered his question by bouncing back into the room, now stark naked and unashamed.
"Come on, slow po"ke, I want you to soap my back," he said, scratching his heavy hanging balls unconcerned by what the action might do to Dan's sexual responses.
Dan grinned at the change in the youth, and quickly stripped.
Phil carefully held the shower stall door open for Dan and he stepped into the water and immediately shrieked.
"Damn it, Phil, you little devil!"
Phil roared with laughter; the water was icy cold.
Dan swiftly adjusted the faucets, and then Phil joined him. They leisurely washed, enjoying the refreshing stream of warm and then cool water.
After they had dried themselves, Phil grabbed Dan's hand and, with a little smile, lead him toward the bed.
"Come to bed, teacher, I have an idea you have a new lesson in love for me," he whispered.
Dan's cock twitched and began to swell, and he noticed that Phil's ample weapon--likewise was beginning to stiffen.
They fell onto the bed, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, their hands gripping one another tightly. Dan felt Phil's thick, hard eight-inch cock prodding at his stomach, and his own nine-inch ramrod brushing against the boy.
Phil reached down and gripped Dan's cock and massaged it, then lifted the heavy ball sack that hung below.
"Did I really have that inside me last night? Wow!"
"All nine inches, luv." "And tonight?" "Whatever you wish."
Phil kissed Dan again, then inched downward, his lips tantalizing the firm flesh of his neck and chest. After teasing each of the ruby rosettes, he glided down and his lips brushed against the pink tip of Dan's cock.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Dan moaned as he felt the tender tongue and lips caressing the tip of his throbbing cock. Slowly Phil guided the long cock into his throat and wrapped his tongue around it. Dan gently thrust his hips upward and the cock slid deep into Little One's inexperienced but willing throat. The boy gagged once, but didn't come off the cock.
His hands reached under Dan's straining hips and he gripped the firm buns tightly, the tips of his fingers spreading them and two of them tantalizing the hidden, quivering entry to his tunnel of love.
As he continued to gain experience and proficiency in sucking Dan's cock, Phil's fingers pressed against the fuck tunnel and one slipped inside.
Dan shuddered with delight and his cock swelled even more. Then the tip of the finger probed deeper, and the second tip squeezed inside, too. Dan spread his legs and lifted them and without a work of direction Little One slipped from the glistening cock, and after kissing the hairy balls, inched down, his tongue lovingly sliding between the buns.
He quickly removed the fingers and the tongue slipped into the quivering asshole in their place.
Dan moaned with delight as he felt the tongue and lips making love to his asshole. He reached down and gripped Little One's throbbing cock and slowly tugged until the boy moved around so his cock was near Dan's lips.
His cock slipped down Dan's throat while the boy continued to tongue the winking asshole and with his hands massaged the straining buns.
Soon Little One's thick eight-inch cock was glistening with Dan's saliva and Dan's dark, musky shit hole was gleaming with Phil's warm tonguing.
Little One slowly pulled his delicious dick away from Dan's passionate throat and turned on the bed so he could slide it between Dan's uplifted legs.
He inched forward until the tip of his cock brushed against the winking anal opening, then he moved slightly and the heavy tip slid inside.
"Oh, yes, Phil," Dan whispered as the cock pushed his fuck opening wide, then continued slowly but steadily further.-
"It's in, it's all the way in! Give it to me!" Dan cried as the cock buried itself deep in his ass.
Slowly Phil withdrew until only the tip of his dick was gripped by the firm muscles, then he drove it in deep again. Dan moaned with delight and Phil repeated the move. With the third thrust he twisted his body to provide a corkscrew motion.
"Faster, faster, slam your dick into me fast and hard and you'll love it as much as I do!" Dan cried as the boy's cock continued to plow deep into him.
Little One obliged, and soon was pounding the ass furiously.
"I-I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he cried suddenly and slammed his cock hard and deep into the asshole, then gasping, filled it with his ample load of hot sticky boyfuck juices.
"Oh, yes, that's lovely. I can feel it filling me up," Dan whispered as the kid's cock continued to throb and jet forth ropes of hot sticky boycum.
He gripped the boy's sweaty buns and pulled them so the cock was ground fully into his ass, the boy's wiry pubic hair rasping against his buns. As the last surge of his cock eeked out another few drops of love juice, Phil leaned over and gently kissed Dan.
They rolled over on their sides, the boy's cock still buried deep in Dan's cummy asshole and still almost as hard as when it had first invaded.
For several moments they kissed passionately as Phil fondled Dan's aching cock. His own cock was still hard, and soon he began to gently thrust once more and several minutes later again gasped as he fired a second shot of fuck cream.
At the same instant Dan's cock, so tenderly massaged by Phil's hand and inspired by the throbbing dick buried in his asshole, shuddered and splashed a copious allowance of mancum that splashed across their stomachs and chests.
Again Phil kissed Dan, and then as his cock slowly slid from the filled-up asshole, he leaned down and began to kiss the juice-stained chest, licking up the love offering as he did. When Phil was finished, Dan--likewise recovered the cream on the boy's chest and heaving stomach.
Then they lay back in one another's arms, gently kissing and holding hands until they fell asleep.
Phil curled up in Dan's arms and slept like a baby, as did Dan, but the young stud woke first, and after kissing the sleeping cock of his new lover, gently lifted Dan's legs and kissed the winking asshole once again. His cock quickly swelled, and after lubricating it with saliva he slipped it into the unresisting tunnel of desire and gently fucked long and deep.
As Phil gasped and fired another volley deep into Dan's ass, he looked down and saw Dan grinning at him.
"That's two you owe me, now."
"What?" Phil gasped, still coming down from the peak of passion he had just experienced.
"You've plowed me three times-I've only enjoyed your hot little fuck hole once."
Phil grinned. "It's just waiting for you."
He withdrew his dripping dick from Dan's shit hole and leaned down to kiss the throbbing cock before him, getting it all slick with spit. Then Dan pulled him forward and the boy quickly realized what was wanted. Slowly he sat down, guiding the ramrod to his shitter, then sinking down on it.
Phil leaned forward to kiss Dan as he felt the cock being thrust upward. He shoved down and the man-size weapon was buried completely in his tender boy's asshole.
They continued to kiss and caress as Dan thrust his heavy dick up, Phil pressed down and soon Dan cried out as his cockhead exploded deep within Little One's tight shit tunnel, jetting out gallons of mancum.
Then they showered together, again bringing both cocks to a raging hard-on which they took turns relieving with their passionate tongues while their fingers buried themselves in one another's quivering asses.
"My God, you're going to wear me out," Dan gasped as they finally stepped from the shower and began to dress.
"I love it so, and I'm afraid I may not get it again."
"You can always have it, as long as you wish," Dan whispered.
They kissed again, but it was late and both cocks were exhausted, so they soon broke away and quickly packed.
Once more as they drove back to Tulsa, along a deserted stretch of highway, Phil leaned over and pulled Dan's quickly hardening cock from his trousers and, as Dan tried to keep the car on the highway, passionately sucked him dry.
It was dark as the car at last rolled to a halt in front of Phil's home. Phil roused up and stretched, but made no move to leave.
"Oh, Dan," he said, his hand reaching over to grasp Dan's tightly. "It was such a fantastic weekend. I don't want it to end."
"Neither do I, luv, but I guess it has to."
"See you tomorrow?"
"What about school?"
Phil squeezed Dan's hand tighter.
"Why not pick me up at school? We could just wander for a while, then eat and go to the theater. You can even sit in the light booth with me, if you like."
Dan grinned. Phil was offering to let him enter the most hallowed of hallowed places-his light booth.
"It's a deal. Now, if you're gonna be worth a damn in class tomorrow, you better hit the hay."
"I sure as hell won't be able to do anything in gym class-not the way you've made me exercise this weekend," Phil laughed. "What about me?"
Phil grinned, hesitated, then pulled Dan close and kissed him tenderly. "For everything."
Then brushing away a tear, he picked up his overnight bag and fled from the car and up the sidewalk. But as usual, he paused at the steps for that jaunty farewell wave.
As Dan drove back to his hotel, he passes the same hustler he had entertained earlier, but he drove past the corner without even seeing the youth with the inviting bedroom eyes.
Buying cock was no longer of interest to him.