The Ranch Boy's Legacy
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2021 by the author)
Edited by: Michael

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Chapter 8
Danny 

Thursday dawned bright and clear, promising to be a warm late-July day. Ryan was up with the sun, grabbing his change of clothes and a towel. He fixed breakfast for himself and Colton, and then insisted his roommate let him clean up too. His ride wouldn't be there until nine o'clock.

Dressed in tennis shoes, board shorts, and a polyester t-shirt borrowed from Colton, Ryan was waiting out front when his three new rafting buddies drove up in two SUVs. Getting out of his vehicle, Danny greeted Ryan with an awkward handshake. He took the bundle of clothes and towel from Ryan's hands and stuffed them into a tote bag with his own gear.

"This is waterproof. It'll keep them dry." Then, as he gently squeezed Ryan's arm, Danny added. "I'm so glad you want to come with us, Tiger. I've only done this a couple of times, but Mark and Bret are both very experienced, especially Bret, and they love to introduce guys to the sport."

Mark and Bret got out of the second SUV - the one with the four-person whitewater raft tied to the top. Danny introduced their young companion to his two friends. While Mark checked the ropes securing the raft, Bret welcomed Ryan.

"We're all happy you agreed to join us, Little Bro. We're looking forward to showing you what whitewater rafting is all about. This will be a great way for us to get to know each other too."

Ryan grinned. "I'm really excited. I definitely wanna get to know Danny and his best buddies really well, and I like trying new things."

Mark laughed. "That's a good attitude, not only for rafting. Right, Danny?"

Bret chuckled. Danny gave them both a dirty look. The exchange went over Ryan's head.

Mark had finished his task. "Okay, we can go."

With a grin, Danny waved for Ryan to hop into the passenger seat of his SUV, and the small caravan proceeded back to the main highway.

On the way, Danny rattled on, somewhat nervously, about his previous rafting experiences and how much fun they'd been. By the time they arrived at the take-out point, Ryan was even more pumped about this adventure he was about to begin.

The boys left Danny's SUV at the take-out point and then rode together in Mark's SUV to the put-in point at Banks. On the way, Bret sat in the back seat with Ryan and provided more information, as well as the safety talk for all of them.

"We have a four-person raft. Danny and I will be in the back. I may give some instructions, but for the most part, Mark will tell you what to do in the front. We have a helmet and life jacket for you, which you'll need to wear at all times. If you have any questions at any time, ask Mark or me." He smiled. "You can ask Danny if you want, but he's pretty ignorant."

Danny replied from the front seat. "I heard that!"

They all laughed. Bret continued.

"Actually, he's figured it out. But he'll probably be busy trying to remember what he learned so he can apply it."

 Ryan had a few questions for his three companions.

"How long will the raft trip take?"

Bret replied "About four hours. We'll have a snack before we start, and another at the end if we feel like it. That's easier than trying to carry a lot of food and eat on the river. Then we'll stop for dinner at the roadhouse on the way home."

"Where is home for you guys?"

Danny spoke up. "The three of us live together in an apartment near Boise. We like the atmosphere at the roadhouse, so we come up here a lot."

Ryan cautiously directed his next question to Danny, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"Danny, I bet you meet a lot of guys at the roadhouse."

Danny stumbled coming up with a reply, so Mark jumped in.

"No, Tiger, you're the first guy who matters. I think meeting you was a life-changing moment for our boy, Danny."

Mark and Bret both laughed. Danny's glare included both of them.

"Shut the fuck up, you guys!"

Ryan wasn't sure he was following this, but he laughed along with Mark and Bret. He stopped laughing when he saw that Danny was really embarrassed.

So far, nothing had been said about activities after dinner. Ryan wondered what Danny had in mind. Maybe the guys planned to take him to Boise with them. He decided that to ask now would appear to be anxious, so he didn't.

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At the put-in point, they unloaded the raft and oars and set them on the sandy beach. Bret helped Ryan with his helmet and life jacket. Pushing the raft into the water, Mark held it steady while the other three got in place, and then jumped in beside Ryan.

The first half-mile was flatwater, and a good time to learn how to paddle. Ryan practiced as Mark gave instructions. Then a long stretch of class II rapids gave Ryan more advanced experience. Soon after, the fun began. The first major rapids went past before Ryan even realized what was happening. Mark laughed at the shocked look on Ryan's face as the boy held tightly onto the ropes.

"You'll get used to it, Little Bro. There'll be more opportunities to learn."

Ryan smiled. He'd apparently been assigned a new nickname by Mark and Bret, and it pleased him almost as much as Tiger. He was thinking about that instead of what he was doing when he suddenly found himself in the water. Strong hands pulled him back into the raft, and then laughter filled the air. Ryan was embarrassed.

Bret clapped him on the shoulder from behind. "Hey, Little Bro. If you don't fall into the water at least once on your first float trip, your experience isn't complete."

Ryan grinned happily, but made a commitment to himself to pay more attention.

The seven miles went by quickly. Almost before Ryan knew it, they were at the take-out point, and he wanted more.

"Can we go further?"

Bret replied. "Yeah, but the next take-out point is way too far for us to go today. We'd need a tent to camp along the way."

Once they'd securely beached their raft, Bret led them behind some shrubs. Hidden from other rafters, it was a good place to change into their dry clothes.

Following the three college jocks' examples, Ryan quickly shed his wet clothes. But then he stood there naked, waiting for Danny to dig his towel out of the tote bag. He wasn't surprised that Danny was checking him out. He took advantage of the opportunity to admire all three of the naked bodies on display. That's when he noticed the tattoos. Mark and Bret had identical tattoos on their right butt cheeks, three strange looking letters.

"Ummm... Bret... What's that tattoo you and Mark have on your... ummm... butts?"

Mark and Bret grinned at each other before Bret replied.

"You know Cooter, the bartender at the roadhouse?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Mark and I had a wild night with Cooter in his bed. When we were finished, we got to talking about how much fun we had, and Mark got this idea about tattoos. So he and I got matching tattoos to commemorate the event."

"I thought he and Toby didn't have sex with anyone else now."

"This was before he met Toby."

"You guys are lucky. I wanted him to fuck me, but he wouldn't do it. So I guess I can't get a tattoo like yours."

Mark took up the story. "Well, the tattoo could mean any roadhouse action. For example, if you were to hook up with Danny here like he wants you to..."

Danny whacked Mark on the shoulder. "Will you two get off my case, please."

Mark ignored him. "... it would qualify because you met him at the roadhouse."

Ryan was beaming. "Really?"

Bret took up the theme. "Well, the problem is that you're a minor, and at fifteen, you need your parents' permission to get a tattoo."

"Shit!"

"You really want one that bad?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, Mark and I could do it for you, but the last time we tried it the poor kid ended up in the hospital because we accidentally put it on his dick instead."

Ryan glared at them. "You guys are so full of shit. I'll never believe another word you say."

Bret tried to look contrite. "Hey, Little Bro. We were just having fun with you." He held out his hand. "Friends?"

Ryan grinned and shook his hand. "Yeah, friends. Forever, I hope."

"Okay, now do you want the real story?"

Still skeptical, Ryan replied. "Yeah, I guess so."

"The wild night of sex with Cooter is true, but our tattoos are what some jokers call a 'fratoo', a fraternity tattoo. They're our fraternity letters - 'rho eta alpha'. Just for fun, Mark and I had ours put on our butt cheeks."

Ryan was still suspicious. Danny smiled at him.

"The bullshitters are finally telling the truth, but you're smart to be suspicious of anything they say. Don't believe them until you check with me."

Since Danny hadn't told a lie yet, Ryan decided to trust him.

"Works for me."

As he dried himself, Ryan noticed Mark and Bret didn't rush to put their clothes on. They draped their towels over their shoulders and talked as they watched Ryan and Danny finish drying. Bret grabbed his cell phone.

"Time for the trip pic!"

The three older boys lined up side-by-side with arms across each others' shoulders. Bret looked at Ryan.

"Stand between Mark and Danny."

Ryan laughed, a little nervously. "Aren't we gonna get dressed first?"

Mark pulled Ryan into the lineup. "No worries, Little Bro. This is just from the waist up."

Bret laughed. "Yeah, right, bro. Like always."

Mark laughed too. Danny blushed.

Bret snapped the pic. Then they all pulled on their dry clothes.

Ryan and Bret waited with the raft while Danny and Mark went for the other SUV. As they sat on the edge of the raft, Bret put his arm around Ryan's shoulders.

"You did really well, Little Bro. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed watching you. You're a fun guy."

Ryan's grin was a mile wide. "It was super! I hope you guys will take me again sometime."

Bret smiled. "I'm sure we will. By the way, the look of surprise on your face when we pulled you out of the river was priceless. Were you scared?"

"I didn't have time to be scared. I was back in the raft almost before I knew I was in the water."

"That's the way it usually works. But don't worry if you have to spend a little time in the water. Those life jackets are very effective."

Ryan sat looking out at the river, a soft smile on his face. He had a new respect for moving water, but with the exception of some recent sexual experiences, it was the most fun he'd had in a long time. Bret was watching Ryan. He chuckled as he gently squeezed the boy's neck.

"I see why Danny likes you so much."

Ryan replied softly. "I like him too. He's a cool guy."

Bret was silent for a moment. "You may not believe this, but Danny is kind of shy. Sometimes he has a hard time expressing his feelings"

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At five o'clock, the parking lot at the roadhouse was only beginning to fill up. Having discarded his wet clothing, Ryan was barefoot and dressed in a pair of well-worn Levi's. He had a muscle shirt in Danny's bag, but nobody asked him to put it on so he didn't. He was quite sure Danny would prefer him without it, and the other two didn't seem to care one way or the other.

The four of them found a table and occupied it. The shirtless bartender was at their side immediately with their preferred beverages. From the color, Ryan was pretty sure he had another amber ale. He looked up at Cooter, and could tell by his grin he was right.

"Hey! It's the raft boys!" Cooter said with a friendly smile. "How many times did Tiger fall into the river?"

"Once," Ryan replied, obviously feeling embarrassed about it.

Danny corrected him. "ONLY once. We're proud of him. Lots of new guys get dunked more than that. I fell in three times on my first adventure."

That made Ryan happy again. "It was a really great trip, Cooter. You gotta do it some time. Wanna see the picture Bret took of us? Show him, Bret."

With a wicked smile, Bret showed Cooter the picture. Cooter's eyes grew wide and he smiled broadly.

"Now there's a fine looking collection of boy-meat."

Mark and Bret laughed. Ryan was a little puzzled.

"Let me see the picture, Bret."

Bret showed it to him. After a brief look of surprise, he smiled happily.

"I love it! Please send it to me, Bret. I'll give you my number. It's a keeper, for sure!"

They ordered their meals. While they waited, they replayed some of the high moments of the day. Mark and Bret complimented Danny on his improvement, and Mark was as pleased as Bret at how well Little Bro was learning.

Within hearing distance were two boys Ryan's age, obviously more interested in Ryan's group than they were in the two older guys at their own table. Whether their looks of envy were over his three hot companions or his own hot body, Ryan wasn't sure. Either way, he enjoyed their attention.

The lively conversation continued through dinner and a second beer. Ryan was getting a little tipsy, to the amusement of his companions.

When Cooter delivered the check, Bret insisted it was his treat. He paid, and the four of them went to the parking lot. Danny headed for his SUV while Mark and Bret shook Ryan's hand. Bret put an arm around the boy's shoulders again like he had at the take-out point.

"You did well, Little Bro. We'll see you again another time."

Ryan smiled. "Thanks Bret. I had a great time. I hope you'll take me again real soon."

Bret smiled back. "I'm sure we will." He paused for a moment, and then quietly added. "Don't forget what I told you while we were waiting for Mark and Danny to come back. About Danny being shy."

Although not sure why this was important, Ryan nodded his head.

Danny drove Ryan home in silence. Ryan wondered what was wrong - he'd been so talkative earlier in the day. When they arrived at the bunkhouse, they sat quietly in the vehicle for a few moments. Ryan finally spoke first.

"Thanks for taking me today, Danny. I had a great time."

Danny smiled at him. "So did I. Thanks for coming with us."

Cooter had told him not to let the opportunity pass him by, and now the boy was afraid it would. In a flash of insight, he suddenly got it. He'd have to take the initiative. He put a hand on Danny's thigh and squeezed it.

"Would you spend the night with me, Danny?"

He worried again as Danny hesitated.

"Please, Danny? I really like you, and I wanna do things with you like you said we would."

Danny finally smiled softly. "I like you too, Tiger. A lot. I'd love to stay and do those things with you. Will it be okay with Colton?"

"I have my own room, and Colton won't care."

"Are... are you really sure, Tiger?"

"I'm sure, Danny. Really sure."

************

The note on the table said: "Visiting a friend. Be back VERY late." Ryan smiled to himself. The first word should have been "fucking". He wondered who the friend was.

"Want a beer or something?"

Danny smiled. "I've had enough of that, and so have you. But a shower would be great after the day in the sun."

Ryan handed him a clean towel and washcloth.

"You can go first."

While Danny showered, Ryan tossed his wet clothes from the float trip into the washer. Then he went out to the SUV and got Danny's and tossed them in too. Danny came out of the shower toweling his hair dry.

"Your wet clothes are in the washer. Toss your towel in and start it if you want to."

"Thanks, Tiger. That's very thoughtful of you."

Finished with his shower, Ryan found Danny lying on his bed. He dropped onto the bed and moved over on top of the frat boy, giving him a kiss and rubbing their boners together like he'd done so often with Logan

"I'm so glad you stayed."

Danny smiled shyly. "I am too."

Danny seemed reluctant now, unsure of himself. Ryan was puzzled. The others he had sex with hadn't been shy at all. The frat boy was different. Maybe he'd have to take the initiative again. He remembered his first time with Logan. That was how to get it started.

Sitting astride Danny's stomach, Ryan grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Reaching behind, he greased himself. Then he grasped Danny's pole with his greased hand. Danny looked surprised.

"What are you gonna do?"

Ryan grinned. "You said we could do anything I wanted to. Let me surprise you."

"Shouldn't I put on a condom?"

"Do you want to?"

Danny hesitated. "No, not really."

"I don't want you to either."

Raising himself up, Ryan pressed Danny's boner against his pucker and pushed the head into his ass. As Danny watched with surprise, Ryan slowly dropped down, sliding the college hunk's pole deep inside him. Ryan grinned.

"Ever done this before?"

"Never. Who taught you to do it this way?"

"My cousin, Logan."

The boy began to raise and lower himself, sliding Danny's pole in and out, sometimes moving back and forward a little to force the frat boy's boner against his prostate. He liked how he could control his own pleasure. Danny's initial surprise gave way to a broad grin.

"This is so hot, Tiger."

Ryan smiled. "I think so too."

As Ryan continued, Danny's hands roamed over the younger boy's chest and abs. Ryan had an idea.

"Play with my nipples."

Danny grasped the sides of Ryan's chest and rubbed the boy's nipples with his thumbs.

"Now pinch them."

Danny did as requested.

"Harder... harder..."

Ryan looked down at his twitching pole, wanting to grab it, but remembering what had happened at the roadhouse. He slid up on Danny's pole and moved quickly up and down so the head rubbed directly against his prostate. Between Danny's fingers and the stimulation on his p-spot, it didn't take long.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna blow!"

His sperm landed square on Danny's surprised face. The college boy licked his lips and smiled.

"Tastes good."

Still riding Danny's pole, Ryan grinned. "That was hot! Are you getting close yet?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there. You better pull off. I'll finish with my hand."

"Nope."

"I don't wanna cum inside you, Tiger."

"Why not? I want you to."

Danny was getting close. "But..."

Ryan grinned. "I don't think you have a choice."

With a loud groan, Danny pushed upwards. Ryan held his position as the hot frat boy thrust deep and deposited his sperm exactly where the boy wanted it.

Danny looked into Ryan's grinning face with shock in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have done that to you."

Ryan slowly raised himself, releasing Danny's pole. Then he leaned forward and gave the frat boy a kiss.

"Yes, you should have."

"You're really good with it?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Danny was quiet for a moment.

"Tiger, I'm a lot older than you, but believe it or not, that was my first time."

Ryan was surprised. "First time with a guy?"

"First time, period. I didn't expect you to be okay with taking my load."

Ryan leaned over and kissed him again.

"I'm good with it. And I don't want it to be the last load I take."

Danny grinned up at him. "I'm sure it won't be."

To be continued...

Posted: 01/07/2022