Josiah Beardley was not much to look at. He was malnourished, bow legged, and undersized for a lad of 14. At the Gathering, when Claire first met his acquaintance, she doubted he'd survive the winter.

However, since their days back and the arrival of Josiah not soon after, had proven her wrong. Before joining Claire and Jamie at Fraser's Ridge, Josiah had completed several solo hunting expeditions. Josiah, even though he was still bow legged, appeared well built, nourished, and handsome. Now 15, Josiah felt confident. He was a young man. He hoped Jamie would soon set out to find him a wife. He was of marrying age, and he deemed himself ready for the task. There was something to be said for a large, Scottish bum, big enough to bear several children with ease.

Josiah was an excellent hunter who Jamie had hired to raise money for the Ridge. One more body for the house. Claire strongly disliked the influx of people into her home, especially after the arrival of John Grey. Oh well, she thought, she'd just have to put them on the same cot. John was apprehensive, for only Jamie and Claire knew about him, and yet they still put the young Josiah in the same bed. Then, after the first night, John realized it wouldn't be so bad because he had absolutely no attraction to the lad. John had come to this conclusion after laying awake, staring at Josiah's sleeping face, finding every fault.

Morning came, John had nothing to do, and he'd be damned if he was going to do housework, he did like men, but that was no excuse to their cooking. He spotted Josiah trotting off to the shed behind the house. As he approached, Josiah came out of the shed with two rifles, a slingshot, an abnormally long bone knife, and several lengths of string. John felt the urge to run in the opposite direction, but Josiah stopped him.

"Do you wanna come?" John didn't know what to say. "Sure," John said. He felt stupid. "Do you know how to handle one of these?" Josiah said, handing a rifle to John. "Of course," he replied, "I'm an officer." Josiah chortled. "What are you sniggering at?" John said defiantly. "Well, what I guess I meant was, do you know how to shoot a moving target with one of these things?" John thought, well, Josiah did have a point, even if he hadn't made one. Well, one learns something new everyday. "No," John said, "but I guess you'll just have to teach me." "I'd be glad to," replied Josiah.

John and Josiah trekked several miles into the forest behind the ridge. The two teenagers stepped over moss-covered trees, felled by the atrocious winter winds, jumped over small creeks, overflowing with melted snow from the mountains. They stopped short of a clearing where several deer were grazing. "Shhh," Josiah motioned John to come closer to his position. John complied. "Aim," Josiah whispered. John took aim, and got ready to fire. "1, 2, 3" BLAM! Both rifles went off with a deafening sound that reverberated throughout the valley. Two deer down.

The two boys were delighted. They applauded eachother. And once at the carcasses, the two bowed low, in court fashion, to the majestic animals they had slain. Then, laughing, they bowed to eachother. Erupting in fits of giggles, the two teenagers embraced. They pulled away. Something wasn't right... there was a feeling that shouldn't have been there. They pulled closer, embracing tighter than before. As soon as Josiah released his grip on John's shoulders, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Josiah sighed with pleasure, his body quivering with new sensation. Their hands soon began exploring eachother's bodies.

They fell to the ground, rolling. They were now situated down the hill from were they had first kissed, by a small rivulet. Josiah lifted John's linen shirt from his built body. He placed his tongue on John's back, running it along the deep scars criss crossing his naked flesh. John rolled over, pinning Josiah. He ripped his tunic off, exposing his chest to the wind. Josiah's nipples immediately stood at attention. John flicked his tongue over Josiah's nipples, forcing a moan of pleasure from his lips. John undid his mate's pants, pulling them off his muscular frame. He then undid his own. His cock stood at full attention. He massaged it, turning Josiah on his stomach. John lowered his head to Josiah's perfect shaped arse.

The feel of John's tongue licking his asshole caused Josiah to moan and convulse with sheer delight. He yelped as he felt a finger slide its way up his tight hole. Soon, John had Josiah ready. He slipped his erect cock into Josiah's waiting asshole. Working slowly at first, John soon built up his speed. Every thrust sent Josiah's mind spiraling in ecstasy. For what seemed a lifetime, John's hard cock slid in and out of his ass. Then, John convulsed, he pulled out, just in time. As soon as he pulled out, Josiah felt John's cum spray across his back.

He rolled over, jerking his throbbing member. Soon, shots of white, creamy cum where sent spraying over his chest. He sat back, gasping for air. John moved closed to Josiah, saying, "I love you." No sooner had he uttered those words there came a noise from the spot where earlier they had shot the dear. A voice they recognized as Jamie's called, "Josiah!" It was too late, Jamie appeared over the hill...