Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 23:30:11 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 32

Chapter 32
Brent's Trip


Brent and I watched our Indian friends break their fast and camp with an
effortless seeming precision that deeply impressed us. Everyone seemed to
have their own particular task and they did it well and with apparent
pleasure in a job well done. Chana came and hugged first Brent and then
me good-bye. When my eyes started to tear up Chana put me in Brent's arms
and kissed me in the white man's way as I had spent hours teaching him.
Brent held me under his arm and we waived to our friends until they were
out of sight, followed by Blackhawk's loud neigh's as he said good-bye to
all the pretty little Indian filly's.

Brent kissed me. "Well, I think you've made us a very good friend there,
Little Partner."

"Yeah. I hope he's our friend for a long time and that he will come
visiting sometimes."

"Well, yeah. But that's not what I meant."

"Huh?"

Brent looked at me with a puzzled frown on his beautiful face. "You
really don't know who he is, do you."

"He's Chana."

Brent laughed. "Yeah. He's Chana all right. Chana-no-ya-eue. He is a very
powerful war chief. White men call him 'Crazy Horse'."

"Chana?"

Laughing, Brent hugged me. "Yeah, Chana. Your buddy. Excuse me, your
brother. He's the same guy that has half the US Army wetting their
pants."

"Damn!"

I don't know what the hell Brent thought was so damn funny, but he had to
hang onto me to keep from falling down. I batted at him to shut him up,
and he just laughed harder.

Finally, wiping the tears out of his eyes, Brent chortled, "You do have a
way of making all the right friends, don't you!"

I pushed back away from Brent and punched him as hard as I could in the
arm. Grabbing his arm in mock agony, Brent, still laughing, staggered
over to the bench against the wall and collapsed, shaking all over with
his excess of emotion. Patting the bench beside him, he beckoned me over
to him. Reluctantly, I went over and he pulled me down beside him,
wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to his side, sort of
tucking me up into his armpit the way I liked to snuggle when I was
feeling close to him. Trying to control his laughter, breathing deep and
yawning, Brent tried to explain himself.

"Look. When  I was in Dodge City, I did some checking around. You know
that I was a little worried when you just handed over all that jewelry to
the old Jew. Now, now! Don't get bent out of shape, I like Mama and Papa
just as much as you do. It's just that there is an awful lot of money
represented by that jewelry. Well, anyway, there's a new, really big bank
in Dodge City. It's owned by one of those big Eastern banks and the
manager is a pretty nice guy. I sort of told him what we'd done and he
did some checking." Brent took a piece of paper out of his pocket and
handed it to me. "The banker sent out some telegrams and he got this
back. It's an unlimited letter of credit backed by the French Banque d'
Rothschild. Seems as though Mama's baby brother is the current Baron
Rothschild. That piece of paper in your hand is worth however much money
you want in any reputable bank in the world."

I sat there with my mouth hanging open. There was a Rothschild Bank in
San Francisco. A huge stone building with imposing front steps and
pillars, no, not pillars, massive marble columns in the Greek manner.
Only the cream of San Francisco's hoity-toity were allowed to pass
through those entrances. But both sides of the building had huge bronze
doors at street level where the merchants and working people of the city
were guaranteed the very finest treatment and security for their
hard-earned dollars. The Rothschild investment services had made it
possible for more than a few of these common folk to begin using the
colonnaded passages above. The Chinese, no small bankers themselves,
deeply respected the House of Rothschild and did business with them at
every opportunity. Mama was a Rothschild? I was stunned.

One look at my face and Brent fell off the bench, laughing.

I kicked him.

*********

Later, when I was talking to Brent again, he explained himself and made
me a tiny bit happier with him (hell, I already knew, just as he did,
that the first time he got me down on my back I wouldn't even be able to
remember why I was mad at him, much less be mad. But Brent was enjoying
dragging it out --- which, come to think of it, is really why I was mad
at him! Seems like his own mouth had done a little hanging open when the
banker had tried to explain the telegraphic letter of credit to him.
Especially when the man invited him to go into the banks vault and fill
his pockets with as much money as he wanted.

Then Brent got very serious. "Look, Partner. I didn't use that letter of
credit, I had plenty of money with me for what we needed, plus the money
I made from selling the stock. But I did make some decisions for us, and
I hope they were the right ones."

"Brent, you built this place from nothing long before I showed up. I'm
sure that any decision's you made were perfect."

Well, that led to a bunch of mushy stuff, but I'm sure you're not reading
this to be subjected to vivid descriptions of Brent's techniques for
turning my behind into mush, are you.

Of how he pinioned me face down with my butt over the edge of the bench
and bent his knees so he could stay upright while he slam-fucked my ass
while he spanked me and demanded my participation as a member of a 50-50
partnership. Quite naturally, I refused to agree until he was exhausted
and had the both of us covered with his sweat and cum. And even then all
I agreed to was that I should probably shake my ass around until he was
ready to teach me the rest of the lesson. Sometimes I'm amazed at what a
slow learner I can be about certain things, requiring longer and longer
sessions of ever increasing intensity to even get the most tenuous
understanding of some concepts. It's a good thing that Brent is such a
dedicated teacher! I really appreciate the way he repeats lessons over
and over so that I can have a chance of learning whatever the hell it is
he's trying to teach me. The only problem with his teaching methods is
that I usually become fairly incoherent during the lesson. Not that
either of us objects really. It's just that it takes me the longest time
to learn even the most simple things. Ummmmmmm.

After a rather timeless day of showing Brent around the old homestead and
all the work I'd done and being put across fences, saddles, hay bales,
horses backs, (or the floor in a pinch) so that Brent could express his
appreciation, approbation, or opprobrium; we ended up clean, relaxed and
feeling snugly with each other in our bed with all the privacy in the
world. Both of us were satiated, but I wanted to talk before we went to
sleep.

Nuzzling up into Brent's armpit, my favorite place to cuddle, I asked,
"Brent, what did you mean when you said you'd made some decisions?"

"I was wondering when you'd get back to that. You do have a way of
distracting me, don't you."

He was frowning at me, but I had the temerity to giggle.

He pulled me closer into his side and shook his head. "Remind me to spank
you for that sometime!"

I made a mental note to remember that for the next time I needed to
distract him. Like Master said, "It's better to use indirection and
misdirection than confrontation."

Shaking me with the hand that was holding onto my butt, Brent admonished
me to pay attention and to quit interrupting him.

I just grinned, which got my butt slapped before he started.

"When I was in Dodge City I noticed a bunch of boys and young men
wandering the streets."

"Were they as good looking as I am?"

"Most of them were MUCH better looking than you are."

I opened my mouth to protest, but noticed Brent let go of my ass and
raise his hand again. I had a feeling that what was coming was NOT going
to be another love-tap, so I shut my mouth and composed myself to listen.
Brent put his hand back down and rubbed my butt as he leaned over and
kissed my forehead in reassurance.

"One day I noticed something different and finally figured out that all
the kids were gone. I asked the banker about it and he said that the
Hanging Judge had them all picked up and planned on sending them to the
prison work camp to get them off the streets. The more I thought about
that the more upset I got. I fretted about it most of that night and the
next day I had the banker introduce me to Judge Roy Bean. He's a
narrow-eyed man, Jason. But I think he truly tries to do what he thinks
is best. Anyhow, the banker and I managed to convince him that I was
willing and able to take the boys off his hands, out of his territory and
provide them with a decent chance at life. He brought all the boys into
his courtroom and gave them a choice. Go with me and work for me until
they were 21 or go to prison. When they all agreed to go with me the
Judge asked me if I were willing to take them all."

"I looked the boys over and noticed one, named "Joey" who looked sort of
beat up. 'Who did that to you?' I asked."

"The kid just ducked his head but I noticed the whole bunch of them
pointedly NOT looking at one mean looking guy. 'I'll take all of them
except that one Judge. I think you can handle him better than I could.'
The Judge just laughed and said, 'Good on you, Young Sir. If you'd missed
that one, I wouldn't have trusted you with any of them. You want to take
custody of them now, or do you want me to keep them in jail until you're
ready to leave?'"

"One look in the eyes of those boys, not one of them over 16, and I knew
I couldn't send them back to jail. 'I'll take them with me, Your Honor.'
I said."

"'Good boy! Now you youngsters listen to me. You listen to this man, and
you do whatever he tells you to do. He says, 'Stand', and you stand. He
says 'Squat', you squat. He tells you to piss your pants, you damn well
better piss your pants because if he sends you back to me you're going to
wish with all your heart that you'd never been born. You understand me?'"

"A chorus of 'Yes, Sirs' answered him and he told the bailiff to bring on
the next case. The banker and I herded the boys across the street to the
livery stable where I was keeping Blackhawk. Jason, you won't believe it,
but the guy that owns that stable is a blacksmith and could be Oleg
Anderson's twin brother. When  I asked him if he knew Oleg he grinned and
said, 'Ja, Ja. Oleg fine litt'le boy! We from same town. His grandfater
my grandfater's brother. Ve cousins! You tell him Oleg Johonnason say
'Hi'. OK?' Right there Blackhawk and I moved from being customers to
being family. He took Blackhawk out of his rented stall and put him in
the biggest box stall he had and gave him a feed of that new alfalfa hay.
I'm telling you, Jason. We've got to get some seed and grow some of that
hay. Blackhawk was getting fat on it."

I grinned at Brent's enthusiasm, knowing that we were going to have to
find some seed or I was never going to hear the end of it. I figured I'd
ask Papa Rand, if anyone could find it, he could. When Brent was lost in
his fantasies of fields of this new hay long enough, I elbowed him and he
resumed his story.

"Anyway, I talked to the boys and had them line up. One after another I
had them go up and rub Blackhawk's nose. He took it without batting an
eye until that kid Joey got near him and then he tried to nuzzle the boy
into his stall, just like he does you."

I started to get all indignant but Brent hushed me and went on with his
tale.

"Joey got all flustered and I just told him that Blackhawk had a boy at
home just Joey's size that he liked to butt fuck and that maybe he was
getting horny."

Now, Brent liked to tease me that the only reason Blackhawk liked me was
because he thought I wanted that big dick of his. That was a base canard,
but it didn't keep me from getting mad every time he teased me like that.
I tried to get him for teasing me, but all it got me was a couple of butt
swats before he could go on with his story.

"Anyhow, that sort of broke the ice, what with everybody teasing Joey and
all, and everything went along just fine until a kid, couldn't have been
more than ten, tried to pat Blackhawk. Ears went back and eyes rolling,
Blackhawk backed into the stall as fast as he could. The kid started to
run but Oleg grabbed him by the ear, lifting him almost off his feet.
'Dat horse plenty smart Mr. Brent. This boy full ob de devil. Dat for
shur! You don't need dis littl' piece trouble. You leave him with widt
me. I make him one fine 'pprentice, you bet!'"

"I looked at the banker and he just nodded 'Yes'. 'Well? Blackhawk
doesn't like you, so you can't go with me. You want to stay here, or
should we go talk to the Judge?' I thought that kid was going to bite
Oleg, but the big man just shook him by the ear like he was a dirty rag
and said not to worry, he and the boy were going to be great friends.
Then he shook him some more until the boy agreed. The last of the boys,
keeping a wary eye on Oleg, hurriedly made friends with Blackhawk.

"'Okay!' I said. 'This is how it's going to be. Until we get out of town
and Judge Bean's territory you are responsible for each other. One of you
gets into trouble and all of you get to go explain it to the Judge.' They
all assured me that there would be absolutely no problems. I said that
there would always be problems but that if they were smart they'd be the
first to tell me to give me a chance to fix whatever was wrong before it
went too far. They all seemed to think that was fair. I asked Oleg if he
could outfit each boy with a horse, bridle, saddle, blanket and
saddlebags, not the rental nags he had out back, but good working horses.
Oleg looked the boys over and allowed as how he could do that. Take a
couple or three days and some of the horses might be a little green, but
he could do that. I told him to give the green horses to the better
riders and to let me know how much I owed him. Then I told the boys that
they would be expected to work for their food and bunkspace, but that
they'd be paid twenty dollars a month [about the most a top hand could
earn in those days was thirty dollars a month. Twenty dollars was a LOT
of money to most people.] and the food would be good and plenty of it.

"The boys started getting excited about then and it took a while to calm
them back down. I think that, for most of them, this was the first real
chance they'd had. Abandoned kids, for whatever reason'; whore's babies;
orphans, strays, they'd all been at the bottom of the pile and kicked
from pillar to post for most, if not all of their lives. I told them that
the next order of business was to get them cleaned up. That I wouldn't
abide having a scruffy hand working for me.

"We headed for the biggest General Mercantile store in Dodge City and it
was all they could do to outfit twenty-one boys with long johns, a new
pair of pants and a new shirt each. As it was, we had to go to two other
stores before each of them had a brand new pair of boots that fit. They
got rebellious when I wouldn't let them wear their new clothes but
quieted down when Joey and one of the older boys sort of took charge and
hushed them up, saying I was the boss and that they were to do what they
were told.

"Our next stop was at the far end of town where a Chinaman had set up a
public bath and laundry. I got them all inside the place and told them to
strip down, they were all going to take a bath. That damn near started a
rebellion. Not many of them knew for sure just what a bath was, but they
all knew that they damn well weren't going to like it! And they for sure
wasn't gonna get naked right there in front of anyone, especially some
Chinaman. I had to cuff a few ears and it was all Brass, the oldest boy
at seventeen, and Joey could do to help, and the Chinaman just kept
throwing wood under his big copper water boiler. Joey stripped off his
clothes and stood there if front of everybody, naked and proud, egging
them on to join him. Most of the boys were embarrassed, probably had
never seen another person totally naked before. 'Better get used to it.'
I said. 'We get naked and take a bath most every day on the ranch.'

"Mouths hung open at the idea of a bath every day, and one boy about
thirteen was so scared that he wet his pants. The other boys started
laughing at him but I got mad and told them that if they thought that was
funny they could just go back to jail and see how funny that was.  'You
boys better learn to take care of each other, because you're all you've
got. Now shut-up, strip naked and take a bath or get the hell out of here
and go tell your problems to the Judge.' None of the boys had ever seen
me angry and they got real quiet. When I went over to Bobby, the boy who
had wet himself, and started calming him down and helping him to get
undressed The other boys started undressing and Joey came over and helped
me with Bobby, acting just like the boy's big brother. Joey was already
naked and I took my clothes off too. That seemed to help the boy some. I
thanked Joey a little later and told him I was proud of him. The Chinaman
had one of those curved "French Baths" and a couple of big washtubs but I
took the boys to the back of the room where the Chinaman had set up a
French shower like we have. The Chinaman, who said he was half Irish,
said his name was Hop Long Cassidy, smiled when I herded the boys toward
the shower and he and his son started carrying buckets of water up a
staircase to where they could pour the water into a big bucket with holes
punched in the bottom. You never heard so much squealing, squeaking,
squawking and snorting as those boys made when that hot water started
pouring on their heads. The first ones had to be pushed into the shower
of water, but they were soon pulling the others in with them and the
loose boards that let the water drain away were soon bouncing with the
boys eager playfulness. Laughing and teasing they soon started helping
each other wash, smelling Hop Long's scented soap in amazement. I had to
take one boy across my knee and show him how to wash between his legs and
up the crack of his ass, but the other boys didn't seem to have any
problem with that at all after my little lesson.

"Before long they were teasing each other, in fun, about springing a
hard-on and it didn't take much after that, boys being boys, before they
were showing off. Nobody teased Brass though. That boy had enough
equipment for any two grown men, much less a boy. I noticed that Joey
seemed to spend an awful lot of time making sure that Brass was clean so
that he wouldn't get into trouble. Awful good boy that Joey. Thoughtful
like.

"Telling that lot that the bath was over and that it was time to dry off
brought on a chorus of groans and moans and 'Do we hafta's'. I told them
I wanted them dry and in their new clothes right now and that seemed to
put a whole different light on the matter. While the boys were getting
dressed and admiring each others new duds I settled accounts with the
Chinaman.

"'How much for the baths?' I asked."

"He looked around, counting the boys and then looking at me. 'Twenty-five
cents for each boy. Fifty cents for man.' I reached for my wallet and
handed him a ten dollar bill. 'That's better I think,' I said."

I couldn't take it. "You only owed him five dollars and seventy-five
cents!" I exclaimed.

Brent thumped me on top of the head. "Jason. The sign out front said
'Baths, 50¢; Showers, $1.00'"

"Oh." I said in a small voice.

"'Oh" is right. Now keep quiet so I can finish my story before daylight."

"Yes, Sir!" I said, cuddling into his side. Brent shook his head and
looked up as if he was actually going to get help dealing with me. I knew
better. All the gods that ever were, were on MY side!

"Hush!"

I just grinned and humped up against his leg. His talking about all those
naked boys showering together had gotten my motor running again. Sighing,
Brent rolled over on top of me and it was a while before he could
continue his story. Which was okay, because I was a lot quieter by then,
even if I was leaking a mess onto the sheets behind me.

Anyhow, we walked back into the heart of town. The boys having trouble
following me and trying to show off their new clothes at the same time. I
told the boys to wait for me and to keep quiet. I went into Delmonico's
and asked to speak to the owner.

"Delmonico's?"

"The finest restaurant in Dodge City, Jason. Tender steaks that cover a
platter and fixin's that even you would approve of. Yum! Fantastic food.
Anyway, I asked the owner if he had a private room that would seat
twenty-two and he just asked when I would need it. I said right then and
he waived one of the waiters off and said that the room would be ready
whenever my guests arrived. I went back outside and told the boys to be
on their best manners because I was going to scalp the first one that
embarrassed me and throw him to the town dogs. Then I led them inside.

"The owner saw us coming and rushed up to me, waving his hands. 'Sir,
Sir! You can't bring them in here. Don't you know who these boys are?'
'Yes, they are my employee's. That's who they are. Now are you going to
take us to our seats, or do I have the boys graze off of your other
diners plates?'

"Well, he got pretty huffy, and didn't like it, but he had one of his
waiters take me to a private dining room. The waiter took charge of the
boys just as if twenty-two denizens of the dark world fell under his care
every day. He showed them through the main dining room to our private
room as if they were royalty and got them seated with a minimum of fuss.
When one of the boys started to reach for some of the fruit in the
centerpiece, the waiter slapped his hand and arched a very gallic eyebrow
at him. In a thick French accent he said, 'It is customary for gentlemen,
even young gentlemen, to be seated BEFORE they begin grazing. Perhaps you
should watch others who know how to dine properly before you make a fool
out of yourself.'

"The other boys just barely managed to keep from laughing and poor Timmy
sat down like someone had conked him in the head. The waiter came to the
head of the table and held my chair for me. Before I sat, I asked, 'You
have sons of your own?'

"'Yes, Sir. I have five boys of my own.' He snapped his fingers and a
young lad, maybe fifteen, came over. While the waiter was dressed in a
tuxedo with a stiff white collar, the boy was dressed in a suit that
looked more like a bellboys, only without all the gold braid. 'This is my
eldest, Jacques. He aspires to much, and may even become a decent waiter
some day --- if they don't hang him first. My boys, I assure you, Sir,
could teach your boys much about being devils."

"The boy grinned, and his father snapped his ear for him, but the boy
didn't even flinch, obviously well used to his fathers admonishments. The
boy went to get his water pitcher to pour water for everyone as his
father seated me. I could tell from the way the man looked at the boys
back that he was vastly proud of the young man.

"I looked around the table and asked, 'Anyone not like steak?' The
silence in the room was just barely louder that the stunned look on their
faces. I looked around again, more carefully, and saw the faces of
growing teenagers who had been subsisting on stolen meals and what they
could find in the towns trash middens. Jason,  I was ashamed to know that
anyone could be that hungry, hungry to the bone, and that I had kept them
from food with my ideas about cleanliness, and that the good people of
Dodge City had let these boys try to survive in such a manner, and then
punish them for trying to feed themselves. Flushing with embarrassment I
turned to the waiter and had to clear my throat several times before I
could talk. I noticed that he was looking at the boys faces as well. The
barely suppressed drooling at the thought of a real meal.

"'Well, then.' I finally managed to say. 'Steaks all around, with all the
fixing's.'

"'Yes, Sir. Of course.' the Waiter said, trying to keep his face calm.

"'Since you have boys of your own, perhaps you can suggest an early
course while the steaks are being prepared?'

"'Yes, Sir. I think that can be arranged. In the nonce, if the Young
Gentlemen will attend?' Picking up my fancy folded linen napkin by a
corner clasped between two fingers he held it out to his side. 'If you
Young Gentlemen will lift your napkins by a corner, just so, and give
them a gentle shake, like this, it will fall open. You needn't flap it
about in the breeze as so many of your countrymen do, a simple shake will
suffice. Then you can drape it across your lap, just so.' He put the
napkin in my lap and watched the boys.

"'Quite good Young Sirs. Very acceptable. Now, perhaps you would like to
dine in the French manner this evening, beginning with a taste of fruit.
You, sir. Yes. The young gentleman who was a bit eager earlier. Perhaps
you would be so kind as to pass some fruit to your friends on your side
of the table. And perhaps The Young Gentleman across from you would be so
kind as to provide a like service to the other Young Gentlemen on his
side of the table.

"While the fruit was being quickly passed down the table the waiter told
the boys that the small plate before them was for eating the fruit off of
and that it would be cleared when they were done. Each boy put his choice
of apple or orange on his plate as it was passed to him  and they sat
there waiting, expectantly. 'You may begin whenever you are ready, Sirs.'

"The boys just looked at each other, not sure what to do. Finally one boy
leaned forward and bit into the orange laying on his plate. Jerking back,
the orange rolled onto the table as the boy made a ugly face and tried to
wipe the bitter taste from his mouth. The waiter wiped the shocked look
off his face almost immediately and bustled down the length of the table
to the boy. Taking the boys napkin from his lap, the waiter wiped the
juice from the boys face. 'I'm so sorry, Sir. I should have described the
proper preparation of an orange. I do hope you will forgive me.' The
incipient giggles died an early death. As the waiter turned to the boy
beside Timmy. 'This,' he said, 'is how one eats an apple.' Quickly
quartering the small apple, and then halving each quarter, deft moves of
the knife removed the seeds and hard parts leaving eight neat pieces of
apple arranged on the plate. 'An orange,' he continued, picking Timmy's
orange up from the table, 'is prepared so...' Quick cuts and smooth pulls
rapidly removed the rind in neat pieces that were stacked on the side of
the plate. 'Separate the sections,' deft moves again and the orange
seemed to fall apart on it's own only to be arranged in a neat starburst
in the middle of the plate. Those of you with oranges will find that they
are tart, but quite nice. Bon Appetit.'

"Fearfully, Timmy bit into one of the orange sections only to have a
broad smile spread across his face. With that, fruit disappeared from the
table with almost frightening rapidity. Jacques barely got the fruit
plates cleared when his father showed up pushing a cart with a huge soup
tureen on it. Jacques quickly got fresh plates and soup bowls in front of
everyone and his father deftly filled each bowl with chicken and
dumplings. I swear Jason, it was almost as good as yours. Lots of chicken
meat, tender dumplings, thick rich sauce and steaming hot. Boys were
burning their lips trying to eat it. The waiter clapped his hands. 'Slow
down, Young Gentlemen. There is a lot of food to come yet and you don't
want to fill up too fast. We have all evening, there is no need to rush.'

"The boys did slow down, marginally, but that stew as GOOD, Jason. It was
hard to not just gobble it down. Once the boys were busy eating I stood
up and asked the waiter for his name. 'Henri Bidet' he said. 'Mister
Bidet, you are a true gentleman, Sir,  I would be proud if you would
honor me by shaking my hand.' 'Please call me , Henri, Sir.' he said as
he took my hand. A man who would take children such as these under his
wing and give them a fair chance at life can be called naught but a
gentleman himself. I am proud to know you, Sir.'

"He's a good person, Jason. I think that you would really like him. And
that son of his is beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful. And his younger
boy, Rafael! Fourteen. Stunning! Totally stunning!"

I considered giving Brent a hard time, but decided to wait until later.

"Anyhow, those kids went through that food like a knife through hot
butter. I thought several of them were going to be sick they ate so much.
I finally managed to convince them that there was more on the table than
they could possibly eat and that they no longer had to worry about where
their next meal was coming from. Henri and I got them up and moving
finally and I heard no complaints as I herded them to the hotel. The best
the night manager could do was four to a room, and five in one room.
That's all the rooms he had open. As it was we had the whole third floor
to ourselves. And before you ask. No! I slept alone. And Yes,  I did hear
some traffic up and down the hallway, but that wasn't any of my business
as long as the boys didn't bother the other guests.

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[[ Joe. Up to here, I've been carrying the story line. You can either
jump in later, or you can work all the "loose ends" I've left open into
your material. Personally, I think that you'd be missing a bet to not get
things started with a brief on how Joey showed up in Dodge City (though
that might be best saved for a flashback later when Joey is explaining
himself to Brent/Jason/whoever for whatever reason. Your call on that.)
and/or his view of what I'm talking about here. Certainly, nothing would
be remiss if Joey were to get some action going in the hotel, at least
with Brass (and Teal? You're going to have to get that boy going because
it is his fate to become a fanatic dick sucker. The little kid,
everybody's favorite, who loves sucking all the big boys cranks.) Maybe
Timmy could be the fourth in their room. Perhaps Joey spends the night
arranging matters and/or participating in them in all the other rooms.
Perhaps Joey spends the night downstairs with the OLD night clerk,
playing rummy (yeah, sure!). It's up to you.]]



"In the morning I gave Brass some money and told him and Joey to get
everyone fed and to meet me over at the livery stable. We spent a good
part of the day matching boys to horses --- and teaching some of those
kids how to stay on a horse. Oleg's wife brought lunch for everyone and
all it took was one look from me to set everyone to thanking her and
telling her how good everything was. One thing, kind of funny. I noticed
that Teddy, the boy Blackhawk didn't like and that Oleg Johonnason had
taken for an apprentice, hung really close to Oleg all day, like he was
afraid the big man was going to disappear or something. Even went into
the outhouse with him. I also noticed that the boy never sat down. When
one of the other boys teased him about it he just said, proudly, "Papa
blistered my butt for using a nasty word in front of Mama." The kids
dropped it right there, but I noticed some of them patting him on the
back in congratulation later. I got Oleg aside and asked him what was
going on and he blushed bright red. 'Mama and me, we ain't got no kid.
And we want one. Always.'

"I just patted that big hulk on the back and told him he could do a lot
worse, and that boy was the luckiest kid in Dodge City. Oleg beamed and
said, 'He be fine boy. Full of the devil, but those the best boys.' I
thought about you and all  I could do was agree with him."

Well. That lead to some more smooching and all, but Brent got back to the
story pretty quickly.

"The stock train showed up that afternoon and unloaded the breeding
cattle and horses. Jason, you should have seen that bull. He's
magnificent! And gentle as a lamb. Likes to have his forehead scratched.
Him and Teal are best buddies. I told the boys that the animals were very
valuable and that we'd let them rest from their trip and feed up a bit
for a couple of days before heading south. I set up two hour shifts so
that someone would be with the stock at all times. When I went down to
check on things before going to bed. It was getting pretty dark and I
thought there was something bad wrong with the bull. When  I got close
enough I saw that the only thing wrong was that Teal was sound asleep on
his back. One of the boys on watch came up and told me that Teal had
insisted that 'Sampson' would never hurt him and that NOBODY was going to
try and steal his friend. I just shook my head and sent the boy to get
Teal's blanket from the stable and covered the boy up. Guess we got
ourselves a bull named 'Sampson' now. And that bull kept an eye on me
like I'd better not screw around with his boy unless I really had a
hankering to get stomped.

"It felt like I'd barely gotten to sleep when one of the boys broke into
my room. 'They's bad men down to the corral!' I jumped out of bed and
pulled on a pair of pants and strapped on my gun. I turned to tell the
boy to get to bed, but he was already gone. I came out of my room just in
time to see the last of the boys running down the stairs. Knowing there
was no way to stop them I pulled my gun and chased off behind them. By
the time I got to the corral the stock was in an uproar and there was a
minor riot going on. Some of the boys were wearing their jeans and some
of them were in just their long johns. Joey, the little devil, was buck
naked and had his legs wrapped around one rustler's neck from behind and
was beating him over the head with my alarm clock. The other boys had the
slats out of their beds or anything else they could get their hands on
and were beating the crap out of four big pug-ugly's.

"By the time the Sheriff showed up, a big, long-legged piece of business
with a half-crippled deputy that kept calling him 'Mr. Dillon', well ---
those men were in pretty bad shape and none of them was fighting back any
more. The Sheriff spent more time protecting them from the boys than
anything else. That boy Teal had himself wrapped around one guys leg and
had bitten clean through his trousers. Sheriff said that it took 'Doc'
twenty stitches to close the wound back up. Right next to Teal and the
guy he bit was another guy that Sampson was standing on. Looking puzzled
as if trying to figure out why anyone would want to hurt his boy. The guy
wasn't much use to anyone except the undertaker by the time we got
Sampson off his chest.

"The Sheriff took the men away and told me there was rewards on all of
them totaling eleven thousand dollars. They were definitely the bad guys
and he'd been trying to catch them for a long while. I finally got the
boys quieted down and sent back to bed except for Teal. Anyone that
thought they were sending Teal to bed had sixty-five pounds of boy to
deal with --- backed up by over two thousand pounds of upset bull. I just
lifted the boy back up on the bulls back and covered him with the blanket
again. I scratched Sampson behind the ear and told him to keep an eye on
that boy, he was one of my best hands. I'm pretty sure Teal heard me
before he fell asleep again.

"I went and sat down on a stump against the livery stable wall. Hadn't
been there a minute when Teddy ghosted out of the shadows with a stick in
his hand. 'What you doing here, Boy?'

"'Just making sure nobody fusses with Papa's stuff.'

"'Good boy!' I stuck my hand out and Teddy dropped his stick and climbed
up into my lap. 'Everything okay now?'

"The boy laid his head down on my chest and said, 'Yeah. I guess so.' He
was quiet for a few minutes and just as he started talking again I saw
Oleg come around the corner with a shotgun half the size of Texas in his
hand. He just stopped and listened to Teddy.

'Mr. Brent?'

"'Yes, Teddy?'

"'I had a bad dream tonight about my real momma and papa and went to
Papa's room. He was making love to Mama but he just picked me up with one
hand and put me in bed with them. When they were done he put me in
between him and Mama. I asked him what they were doing and he told me
they were making love and that's how most people made a baby only he and
Mama couldn't. I asked him if I could help and he just said not until I
was older and to hush and go to sleep.'

"Teddy looked up at me and tears were pouring out of his eyes. in a
quavery, terrified voice he asked, 'Mr. Brent. If Mama and Papa have a
real baby of their own...................... Will I have to leave?'

"Bursting out in soul racking sobs, that little bit of nothing buried his
face against my chest. I looked up at Oleg and his face looked like
someone had just driven a wooden stake through his heart. Looking right
at Oleg, I said, 'No Teddy. That would just mean that you would have a
little brother or sister. Mama and Papa want you to be their boy forever
and forever.'

"'For really and truly?'

"Oleg put his hand out, begging...

"'For really and truly!' I reached up and made an X over my heart. 'Cross
my heart and hope to die! So help me God!'

"One deep breath and a sigh and that warm, limp little body was sound
asleep in my arms. Oleg leaned his shotgun against the building and,
tears streaming down his rugged, craggy face, came over to me, arms held
out. 'Let me have my son, Mr. Brent.'

"I let him scoop the boy out of my arms, fascinated at how gentle his
work-hardened hands could be.

"'Papa?' the boy murmured, his sleep disturbed.

"'Yes, Son. It's Papa. Don't you worry. Go back to sleep. Papa loves you
and you be my boy forever and forever. Really and truly, so help me
Gott.' As Oleg turned to leave  I heard him say, "Tank you, Mr. Brent.
Tank you!'

"Jason. I spent the rest of the night thinking. When those boys show up
we have to convince them that this is their home. That they are part of a
family and that they belong here, forever!"

------

Without saying a word I climbed on top of Brent. I kissed his wonderful
lips as I pushed myself over his crown so that I could encompass as much
of him as possible. The more experience I had of this man, the more I
loved and respected him. He pulled the covers back up over us and then
slid his arms around me as he continued his story:

"Anyhow, Oleg found me all the horses I needed for the boys, shod them
and helped the boys pick out good horses for themselves. He and Teddy
also showed the boys how to groom and saddle their steeds as well as how
to take care of the horses and tack. Oleg was pretty good at keeping the
kids attention, and I saw more than one teenager go flying across the
stable area after one of Oleg's big hands had found the seat of their
trousers.

"Oleg also introduced me to an old black man who owned his own chuck
wagon. I made a deal with him to accompany the boys and feed them on the
trip. Later that day an old cowhand came up to me and we made a deal for
him to ramrod the boys and cattle so that I could go ahead with the
horses. The Sheriff, the Banker and Oleg all vouched for the old man, so
I'm real comfortable trusting him. He's been around and knows his stuff.
Seems like real good people to me.

"Some of those horses weren't even half broke, and there were a lot of
sore muscles and limping cowboys. But they stuck with it, and a hot bath
at the Chinaman's became a prize beyond price. After that first night we
had a regular time when we just took over the Chinaman's baths, and he
welcomed us. The second evening, the day after the attack on the stock,
the boys were a bit of town hero's, and, as boys will, they were riding
the notoriety for all it was worth. The boys were a bit cocky, but full
of praise for how clean and neat their old clothes were. All the clothes
had not only been washed and ironed, but mended as necessary, and the
boys were loud in their approval. Not only were there hot showers and
baths for everyone that evening, some of the boys having to be dragged
bodily out of the tubs of hot water, but Mr. Hop brought out his shears
and cut everyone's hair. There were even shaves for me and a few of the
older boys.

"We were looking, and feeling, like a million dollars when we left the
baths that evening. A crowd had gathered outside of the baths. Some of
them waiting for the baths to reopen and some attracted by the bedlam a
group of bathing boys can make. There was almost a bad scene when a drunk
started cursing the boys, calling them all sorts of names and saying they
were nothing but cast-off rubbish. The boys shrank back at first, but
looked around and remembered that they were NOT street trash any longer.
In one concerted rush they picked up the scared and protesting drunk and
helped him take a bath --- in the water trough! We headed off to dinner
amidst much laughter and applause from the bystanders, the boys more than
a little bit cocky again.

"Henri was waiting for us when we entered Delmonico's. As he led us
through the dining room the owner came up. "Gentlemen. Delmonico's is
proud to host the citizens who rid this town of the Casey gang. Henri!
Bring these gentlemen whatever they want for dinner, and bring me the
bill. They dine for free this evening, as hero's should."

"Well. To say I was flabbergasted somewhat understates my surprise at the
owners complete about face. Those already dining, and those waiting to be
seated stood and the boys went to their dinner to the tune of a standing
ovation. To say that they were discombobulated would be to put their
confusion at its mildest. Worthless vagabonds one day. Prized citizens
the next. Dinner was, shall I say, a happy event. Henri had both Jacques
and Rafael, his younger, 14 year old boy assisting him and they were kept
busy as the boys explored the range of the cook and their young
appetites. The cook was called in and received a standing ovation of his
own. Henri beamed with pride, and I'm not sure if it was for the cook ---
or the boys.

"During dinner, I told the boys that when the award money came in the
Banker would start a savings account for each of them with $300 from the
reward money. You can imagine the uproar that started. While the boys
were discussing which railroad they were going to buy --- or how many
pounds of jawbreakers you could buy for that kind of money, I waved Brass
up to me. He's a good boy, Jason. He's going to be a top hand one of
these days! I handed him a stack of twenty dollar bills and told him to
pass them out. Joey followed Brass around and had each boy sign or make
his mark in a notebook he'd gotten somewhere to keep track of who'd
gotten money. Those two are quite a team, and make being the boss an easy
job. I explained to the boys that the twenty dollars were theirs, part of
the reward, but to not spend it all right off as it was the last cash
money they were likely to see for a while.

"The boys were pretty noisy that evening and I had to get out of bed to
go quiet them before the other guests started complaining. The noise was
coming from Brass and Joey's room. I opened the door to tell them to
quiet down and got the surprise of my life. The place looked and smelled
like a Roman orgy, Jason. You'd have loved it! All the boys except the
two on watch were naked and hard. Most of them were just jerking
themselves or a buddy off, but several of the boys were sucking dick or
having theirs sucked and Brass had Joey up on the bed and was pounding
the hell out of his ass. Joey had his legs spread and was urging Brass to
fuck him even harder. Even little Teal was there, up on the bed with
Brass and Joey, watching everything they did with eyes as big around as
saucers while he played with his hairless little dink and urged Brass to
really give it to Joey.

"Everyone except Brass, who didn't see me, froze when I opened the door
and stepped into the room. I just looked around at what was going on and
said, 'You guys keep the noise down!' before leaving the room and closing
the door again. There was silence, and then I heard tittering and
giggling behind the door and, smiling, went back to bed. It made me feel
good to know that those boys would understand you and me, Jason. And let
me tell you, that was some of the prettiest boy flesh I've ever seen. If
I hadn't promised myself to be true to you while I was gone I'd have been
out of my long-johns and into some of that pretty boy-butt and dick in a
hot second.

"Brent," I said, holding onto him tightly, "don't you EVER do that again!
Our relationship will stand or fall on its own merits. I don't ever want
you to not make love, or have sex with someone just because of me. Oh, I
don't want you going to bed with some sleezebag, but then, that isn't
exactly your style, is it!"

"Yeah. If I want a sleezebag, I've got my own --- right here at home!"

Well, one thing and another, it was late in the afternoon before I heard
the rest of the story. I did my best to beat the crap out of him for
saying something like that, but he just flipped me over on my back and
fucked me until I finally admitted that I WAS a sleezebag --- HIS
sleezebag, and I begged him to fuck me even harder. Having Brent on top
of me again was all I wanted from life. The feel of his bulk working
inside of me was all it took to drive me over the edge --- again and
again and again. My balls were dry and my orgasms were starting way down
deep in my guts. One after another the feeling exploded inside of me, not
even waiting for one to fade before another began. I lay there on my back
in the down mattress, my hair stuck to my forehead and sweat shinning my
body to a ruddy glow as  I was battered around by Brent's wild fucking of
my ass. He was a madman, fucking me like an animal in heat. Holding me
down and forcing me into whatever position he wanted me in as his loins
pounded my ass with all the need of long abstinence.

Knowing that I could take whatever he chose to give me, knowing that I
wanted him in any way  I could get him, knowing that I loved the violence
of his uninhibited lovemaking as much as I loved his tenderness, Brent
was able to truly let go of any inhibitions and do whatever he wanted to
do, and what he wanted to do was fuck me so hard that I would never
forget him. I was so wracked by the hurricane of his lust that I was
helpless to resist him, even if I had wanted to, which I most definitely
did not. The feeling of his muscle corded body over me. The feeling of
the heat radiating from his body and his sweat pouring down on me. The
feeling of his lumbering, ponderous cock as it moved in and out of me.
The feeling of his veins and weighty flesh pushing and pulling it's way
in and out of me. The feeling of my guts being churned and my asshole
being pulled and twisted and deformed by his mastodonic weight and
length. The feeling of him holding me, manipulating me, moving me so he
could fuck me. The feeling of him mastering me, driving me, forcing me,
pushing, riding, handling, loving me. The feeling! Oh, my God! The
feeling!!! I was cumming again, and again and yet again. Over and over
until I was a mindless, formless ball of electrical energy being stoked
into explosion by the unremitting forceful plunges and vehemence of he
who I loved more than life itself.
AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHhhh!

Brent wore nothing but his leather chaps to do the chores. I followed him
like a devoted puppy. When he stopped to feed the pigs I sucked his dick.
When he went to feed the horses, I rode on his back like a little kid.
While he watered the horses I licked the sweat from his balls and crotch.
When he bent to clean Blackhawk's hooves I kissed his ass and licked
clean the hairy furrow of his crack. When he wanted me I spread myself
over a hay bale, or a fence rail or flat on the ground with my butt held
up to him in supplication. He fucked me holding me against a fence post
and he fucked me on Dancer's back. He marched me to grain the mules with
his dick up my ass and then fucked me hard so the mules, sexless as they
were, could be jealous of our passion, and our love.

We ended up in one of our favorite positions. Laying in the bathing pond
near the hot water inlet with me tucked up under his arm and my hand
holding onto his finally limp peter. A wizened, exhausted old man
compared to the hard-bodied youth it had been in the morning. My ass
ached with pleasure as I lay there drowsily listening to the rest of his
story.

"As we were getting saddled up and ready to go, Henri the waiter came up
to me. His younger boy, Rafael was behind him, holding the reins of a
pretty little filly. 'Mr. Brent,' he said, 'my son Rafael, he does not
like town life and has wanted to try the life of an American cowboy. I
have known no one I would trust him with until I met you. If you will
accept him, you need not pay him. I will take care of his needs. All I
ask is that he return next year when you drive cattle North so that he
and his mother and I can talk of his education and what he wants to do
with his life.'

"I looked the boy over more carefully. He was small, but I'd seen him
work. He was both strong and a good worker. he was dressed in good
quality jeans and a rather flamboyant shirt with, perhaps, over
decorated, boots. His filly wore a hackamore and was very obviously HIS
horse, drowsily resting her head on his shoulder. His saddle was double
rigged with a breastband, but no martingale, which I approved of. He was
ready for whatever the trail had to offer but left his filly's head free
to move, depending on her and his hands rather than a piece of
restraining gear.

"I called the boy over to me. 'You sure about this boy? You're not going
to start crying tonight and want to go home to your momma the first time
things get rough?'

"Well, that boy got real indignant! Puffed up what little chest he had
and said that he was a man now and that he could outwork any two of the
boys I already had. I told him I didn't want him outworking anyone trying
to prove himself. I expected him to give me a good days work just like
everyone else and that he'd get the same deal as everyone else. Twenty
dollars a month and found. 'Deal?' I asked, holding my hand out.

"He put his hand in mine and shook it firmly. 'Deal! What do you want me
to do... Boss?'

"'Get yourself over to Brass there.' I said. "He'll tell you what to do.
You listen to that old man over there too. He's the ramrod and I hear any
of you boys ignoring him and I'll blister your butts. Understand?'

"'Yessir!' was all he said before leading his mare over to where Brass
was trying to organize things under the direction of Oleg, the black cook
and the ramrod. Looked to me like they were giving him as hard a time as
they could, trying him but good. I was wondering when he was going to
blow up and tell all three of them to kiss his ass. But he fooled us all
and out patienced the bunch of us, just doing the best he could and
letting the words land where they may.

"I backed off to see how things went without me interfering. I was
watching when Sampson went and proved that he was going to be a pretty
good bull. Topped one of them heifers but good! Funny thing was that Teal
boy was riding his shoulders and telling him to get her good the whole
time! Near laughed my ass off. Seen him doing the same thing the night
before, riding Timmy's mouth. Boy gets plumb loud when he gets excited!

I chuckled and Brent just rubbed my butt and went on with his story:

"I stuck with them for the first two days, and there was about as much
confusion as you could expect from a bunch of green hands and stock that
had never been out of a green fenced-in pasture their whole lives. The
thing I really noticed though was that the old man I'd hired as ramrod
was really patient with both boys and stock, and really had a good way of
working with both. Jebediah, Jeb, the old black cook proved to be a
wonder. Mothering the boys when they needed it. Producing fantastic meals
from the magic box on the back of his wagon. Apple pie from dried apples
as good as any you've ever tasted. Roast deer from a deer he'd shot and
dressed himself. Pretty good doctor as well. Sewed up Teal's arm good as
new when a rattlesnake caused his half-trained pony to toss him into a
bush.

"Everybody but the night watch went right to bed the first night. I don't
think any of them had ever worked as hard as they did that first day. It
was pure pitiful, Jason. I damn near shot the bunch of them, cattle and
boys alike, just to put them out of their misery.

I chuckled against Brent's chest. More at the pride in his voice than
anything.

"I noticed that the boys rolled themselves up in their bedrolls one at a
time, but woke up in the morning with two or three boys under every
blanket. The second night I saw Brass and Joey whispering together. Then
Joey got up and, bold as anything, walked over, stripped down and crawled
under the blankets with Jebediah, the old cook. Brass sat alone for a
bit, obviously working up his courage. He finally stood and walked over
to where the old rangehand had spread his bedroll. He stripped down naked
and stood there in the cold air, his hands under his arms. Seemed like an
eternity passed before the old cowboy gave in and lifted his blankets so
Brass could crawl in with him. I rolled over to give them some privacy,
but they got pretty noisy a couple of time's. For the first time since
I'd known him that dour old man had a smile on his face the next morning.
He'd get mad at himself and glower every time he notice he was smiling,
but every time he looked at Brass, he'd start grinning again. For his
part, Brass was walking real careful, and sat his saddle as tender as he
could. But he hung pretty close to the old cowboy all day as well.

"Ramrod knew our place, described the hot spring exactly like it was
before I ditched it. So, as soon as they had the cattle moving I had
Blackhawk herd up the horses and came on ahead. I figure they should be
here in four days. Maybe a week. Those aren't range cattle and I wanted
them driven slowly, with plenty of time to feed and rest."

"Yeah," I said, rolling away from the recumbent Brent, "if we're going to
town tomorrow we'd best get moving because I want to get you fed up good
and get you to bed early enough so I can get what I want and still get up
early."

"What makes you think we're going to town tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm not making those boys sleep outside or in the barn, and there
isn't enough room in the house for everyone, so we need to get to town to
buy extra staples and materials to build cabins for the boys. I figure we
can use that bluff just below the barn. It's close enough to walk back
and forth and far enough away for privacy, for everyone. The bluff has a
big enough flat area that we can put up a cookhouse and dining room, a
big bunkhouse, a couple of good sized places for the cook and foreman and
maybe a half-a-dozen small cabins in case any of the guys want to pair
up. They can build more cabins up the side of the hill later if they need
them. I want Oleg and Sam to come out and help with the iron work, I want
something permanent for the boys, not some ramshackle place. We'll
probably have to have Papa order a proper sized stove, but we can cook on
mine for everyone until then. You'll have to tell Mama how big the boys
are so she can outfit them with proper clothes. One set of old rags and
their new stuff won't last long. It's gonna start getting cold soon so
we'd better get them all winter gear as well. We'll have doc come out and
he and I will look the boys over to make sure they're healthy and to take
care of any problems before they get out of hand. Then we'll..."

I was looking out into nowhere and counting on my fingers as I tried to
figure out everything we were going to need when Brent came up behind me
and cut me off by covering my mouth with his.

He leaned back, still holding me. "You never cease to amaze me. Just like
that, out of no where, you're going to make a home for a bunch of street
urchins you've never even seen before?"

"Well," I said, grinning up at him, "if you're gonna be fucking all their
butts, I'm going to have to keep them healthy for you, aren't I?"

That got me tossed into the deep end and almost drowned when the big
gonoph landed on top of me. Damn but it was wonderful having Brent home!

Dinner was really good and the screwing I got afterwards outstanding! I
fell asleep with Brent's thingie in my mouth and woke up trying to
swallow about a half-a-gallon of cum with the sun just barely up.

Beau minded his manners when I harnessed him up this time and I had him
ready to go pretty much as quickly as Brent had the mare mule ready.  I
gave him a carrot fresh from the garden and he mellowed towards me
considerable well.  Dancer was all fidgety and ready to go, but Blackhawk
didn't seem to want to leave his new herd of brood mares, and they sure
as hell didn't want him leaving. We had to pen them up and give them feed
that should have been saved for winter to keep them from following us.

Brent and I got a lot of talking done on the trip into town. Beau managed
to throw a shoe and bruise his foot pretty good so it was already dark
when we got to the livery stable. Sam heard the noise and came out of the
house with a shotgun to see what was happening. He durn near went crazy
when he recognized us. Oleg, the big blacksmith, and his brother Sven
came out to see what all the fuss was about. They help us unharness the
mules and put up them and the horses while Laka, Sven's wife, started
more chicken cooking. Oleg checked Beau's foot and said he'd take care of
it in the morning and that he'd be fine for the trip home if we let him
rest for two days. Laka welcomed us into the hotel like we were her long
lost children. She'd set out a bunch of preserved fish and stuff she
called "smorgasbord" for us to nibble on before dinner. I thought some of
it was pretty strange tasting, but it was all good anyway. Sam had to
keep me from filling up on the smorgasbord, and it's a good thing he did.
Dinner was wonderful. Heaping platters of fried chicken and mounds of
mashed potatoes so smooth and creamy you wanted to eat nothing else.
Creamed corn and a garden salad and black-eyed peas and corn bread and
I'm making myself hungry just remembering.

The men were all supposed to go to the sauna after dinner but Sam and me
insisted on helping clear the table and do the dishes. Laka about had a
fit and watched us like a hawk, just knowing that either we weren't going
to get her dishes clean or that we'd end up busting half of them. Luckily
we got done with no major disasters (no matter what she said, one cup is
NOT a disaster) and headed for the sauna. We stripped off naked by the
horse trough and scrubbed each other clean before running to the sauna
like our butts were freezing (which they were). The men barely let us
warm up before they bent us over the benches. Seems like Brent wanted
some more of Sam's fine butt and Oleg and Sven were pretty much of the
same opinion about me.  They pretty much kept me plugged at both ends
until they just couldn't get it up any more.

We all went out and washed off in the horse trough, everyone taking a
turn at pumping a steady stream of fresh, cold water into the trough
while the others bathed and cavorted around. The men carried Sam and me
back into the sauna. Brent and Oleg took care of Sam while Sven tried to
show me how good a married man could make love. I got to know Sven a lot
better that night, and he really was a good lover. Kind, considerate and
very aware of how his partner was reacting to what he was doing. He even
pulled me on top of himself a couple of times so that I could show him a
few of the things I knew about screwing a butt. He was just as good at
taking a good screwing as he was at giving one. It was a pretty weary
group that finally wandered back to the house.

We were all saying good-night when Laka said that if I didn't mind she'd
sure like to find out what it was like having Brent in her bed. I just
laughed and told her to just slap him on the top of his head when he
started biting too hard. She looked a Brent with a great deal of interest
and he just slapped my butt and waggled his finger under my nose before
taking her arm with a bow and leading her down the hallway to her
bedroom. Oleg and Sven said something about not wanting to miss anything
and headed off after them. Sam and I put our arms around each others
shoulders and headed for the room Brent and I usually used.

Me and Sam got naked and crawled into bed together. Then we pulled the
covers over us and cuddled up together. We worked on getting caught up on
everything that had happened to us since the last time we'd seen each
other and giggled at the noises coming from the next room, especially
when they got the old iron bedstead pounding into the wall. Sam allowed
as how he'd like to have Brent pound his butt like that some time. I told
him just to ask for it because Brent always tried to be careful, but
would really let loose if you requested it real polite like. Sam got all
excited like and I had to tell him about a couple of the more memorable
fucks Brent had thrown me. Just about the time I got to the end of my
story Laka started screaming and the bed damn near battered its way
through the wall. We were silent as Sam lay there in my arms, trembling
--- trying to imagine what it would be like to have Brent riding him like
that.

After things got quiet again Sam told me about him and Angel. Seems like
since Oleg and Sheriff Buford had come to an agreement on the dowry and
all, they were going to get married just as soon as he finished his
apprenticeship. Oleg had told him that when he could take off for a month
and leave Sam in charge and not worry about the business. He'd make Sam a
journeyman --- and a full partner in the business. That way Sam would
have enough money to support a wife proper like. The big holdup now was
Sam had figured that he was going to be a blacksmith and wouldn't need
all that much learnin', so he hadn't paid much attention in school. Seems
like Oleg insisted that a journeyman had to be able to keep an accurate
and neat set of books, be able to write up proper bills and receipts and
know all about any laws having to do with the business. Sam was having an
awful time learning that stuff. Angel was perfectly capable of keeping
books for a business as neat and accurate as anyone could want and not
only wrote in a beautiful copperplate hand, but could compose any sort of
letter or legal paper you could imagine. Oleg didn't mind if she kept the
books and such, but insisted that Sam knew how to do all that himself
before he became a journeyman. Angel helped him study, and he tried real
hard, but book learnin' just came hard to him and he despaired of ever
being able to marry Angel.

Sam was kind of cryin' on my shoulder and rubbing up against me and we
were darn close to messin' up our promise and having sex together when
the door opened and Laka slipped into bed behind me.

"Jason. Sam's real close to being able to marry Angel. I know he's had
plenty of experience with Oleg and Sven, and he nails that boy of
Mendoza's every chance they get. He's even been in bed with me. But I
want you to show him about women so he won't have no trouble making love
to Angel real good. Sheriff Buford and Sally, and probably that Ralph
boy, are going to take them to their bed on the wedding night and make
sure that Sam breaches Angel real proper. But I don't want him trying
that without knowing what he's doing. You willing to do that for Sam and
Angel?"

"Sam?"

"Please Jason. I don't want to make any mistakes with Angel. I want her
so bad I'm afraid I might hurt her, and I don't want to do that."

"Well, we didn't have a lot of virgins in the whorehouse."

All three of them started giggling about that.

"But all the girls used to talk about it --- and I think I can tell you
about some of the worse things you could do, like just jumping on top of
her, forcing your way in, popping a nut as fast as you can and then
rolling over and going to sleep."

"NO! I'd never do that!" Sam cried.

"Well, you'd be surprised how many women have it happen just like that."

"Shit!"

"What he's saying is true, Sam. Many women have that experience."

Sam started crying and blubbering and making us promise that we wouldn't
let that happen. We calmed him down and told him that is why we were
there and that he should calm down and pay attention. I explained how a
woman could only lose her virginity once and how important that was to
most women. That's why a man should make it as perfect and as special for
her as he could, if he really loved her. The first thing he needed to do
was to shoot off enough before taking her to bed that he wasn't so randy
that he couldn't control himself. Then he had to make sure that the
setting was as perfect as possible. Fresh linens on the bed and pretty
flowers making the room smell nice, Gauze over the windows and shading
any lights to make the light soft and romantic. Treating her like a queen
and begging her for her favor. Being gentle and yet strong and masculine.
Letting his love for her show and telling her how important she was to
him and how much he wanted her to bear his children.

"Now I want to show you some of the ways you can treat a woman special,
Sam." I looked down into Sven's wife's deep blue eyes, "Laka, beautiful
woman, will you help me teach my brother how to worship at the temple of
Venus? That heavenly shrine so special to women?" I leaned down and
lightly, barely touching, passed my lips over hers.

Laka smiled. A soft, warm, inviting sort of smile as she stretched and
purred as sensuously as any cat in heat. "Jason. Sweet, loving Jason.
Will you help me teach my son to love a woman as completely as you love
Brent?"

With a sob I placed two fingers on Laka's cheek to hold her head in
position. I descended slowly to buss her lips, my hot tears falling to
her face. Finally pulling back I eased the pressure on her cheek so she
could turn to face Sam. "Come brother. Kiss beautiful Laka to thank her
for teaching you to love your Angel."

Gently. Trepidaciously. As if he had never seen her before and was so
fragile that the slightest pressure might break her, Sam hesitantly
covered her lips with his. Praising her with every movement for her gift.
I brushed the hair from his brow with the fingers that had touched Laka's
cheek and when he lifted his head I kissed him in praise of his actions.
"Yes, my brother," I murmured, "you must love a woman gently, carefully,
so softly that she wonders if you are truly there until her passion grows
and she demands from you all the power of your masculinity. Only then can
you conquer and possess her as you desire. After she has spun her web and
claimed you as her own. For it is the woman who is the true miracle of
life, and we should praise her for that."

"Now, attend me." I said, reaching to turn up the kerosene lamp to softly
illuminate the bed and then pulling down the covers. "Behold... 'in the
image of God created he him; male and female created he them... And God
blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and
replenish the earth....' As you and Angel shall try to do. Our bodies are
different, as they were made different, each to his own task. Yet the
same. As I lick behind her ear," and I did so, "and as I lick behind
yours," and I licked most sensuously behind Sam's ear, "both of you, man
and woman feel sensations of love, the stimulation of passion, each in
your own way, but both the same. Nuzzle her ear," and both of us nuzzled
into Laka's ears until she was whimpering and clutching at us. "Do as you
would to me, or to Brent or Oleg, as you would like to have it done. Just
take the time to make sure she is following where you lead."

After waxing so poetical I laid there and watched Sam make love with
Laka. Smiling, at peace with the world, I lay there and slowly ran my
hand over their copulating bodies. Finding great joy in their pleasure,
bringing pleasure with my touch, moving closer to kiss, first Laka's
passion swollen lips and then the eager lips of my friend. "Well? Do you
think it is better to love a woman in person, or just to watch?"

A goofy grin all over his face, Sam looked at me like Papa had just given
him ten pounds of jawbreakers. His joy was contagious, and we started
laughing. Not at anything was funny. We were laughing in pure good
spirits. I slid up over Laka's side and used my hip to unseat Sam so that
he slid off the other side as I took over the most pleasurable task of
pleasuring Laka, an eminently worthy and deserving human being. For her
part, Laka patted Sam on the head and said, "Don't worry little boy,
maybe your big brother will show you how to do it right."

Poor Laka. For over three hours she had to put up with two randy young
studs trying to outdo each other and prove which was the better lover.
Sam and I would show off our best techniques and then give way to the
other so he could try and match the others efforts. Poor sweet Laka. So
tolerant. So kind. So... so... so orgasmic! For during the last half hour
of our lovemaking Sam and I finally became truly comfortable with each
others sexuality. Sam knew that I preferred men. I knew that Sam
preferred women. We both knew that we really cared about each other and
that touching was okay. I kissed Laka as Sam penetrated her mouth. Sam
never slowed down eating her pussy as I slid into her warmth to the
hilt.

With Sam's penetration of her mouth past my lips, Laka began an orgasm
that never abated, but waxed and waned and attained ever higher peaks
until Sam and I, both trying to reach her womb at the same time, erupted.
Sam began by swelling against me deep within the slippery sheath. The
additional tightness and the feeling of his imminent eruption lit me off
and we exploded together. The feeling of us swelling and hosing her with
the powerful surge of teenaged juices set Laka off into an orgasm like
none she had ever experienced before. For my part, I was wondering what
Brent and I might do together, given the chance. As I fell asleep I
resolved to ask Laka, most politely, if she might be interested in giving
Brent and I a chance to show her our appreciation of her femininity. Sam,
crying and trying to breathe held his two sleeping lovers together and
prayed that Angel might be as open as Laka. Then he too slept.

Oleg knocked on the bedroom door once and walked into the room. "What you
boys doing with my brothers wife!"

"Oh. Hi Oleg." Sam said. "We're proving how much better lovers us young
guys are than you old farts!"

"Old Farts! We'll see old farts when I get you across my knee, boy. Laka,
it's past breakfast time!"

"Oleg. You won't die of starvation. Tell Sven to start some coffee and as
soon as I've taught these boys a lesson I'll be out to start breakfast.
Now skeddale you old fart! And don't slam the door!"

Mumbling under his breath, Oleg left, not slamming the door. But Sam and
I looked at each other and broke out laughing, knowing that Oleg would
spend the rest of the day figuring out some way to get back at us. We,
like most young men, woke up horny and Laka was most accommodating.
Oleg's little interruption did no more than add a bit of spice to our
little escapade. Laka, for her part, knew she needed to get her day
started so she somehow got both of us in her mouth and whipped us with
her tongue as her fingers entered us and pushed our joy buttons, bringing
both of us to the peak at the same moment. We wanted to do more, but she
just slapped our roving hands and told us to mind our manners. Laughing,
she went to wash.

When Laka got to the kitchen I already had breakfast well underway. Sam,
kitchen towel over his arm (never let it be said we couldn't show a
little class from time to time), bowing and scraping, led her out of the
kitchen and seated her at the head of the table where Oleg usually sat.
We did serve the men breakfast (no fools us!), but we waited on Laka hand
and foot. When I brought out a perfectly light and airy souffle, and
served it to her with hot blackberry gravy, she was delighted and
graciously allowed us to serve some to the all-but-drooling men --- AFTER
she had all she wanted. Brent just had an amused glint in his eye, but
Oleg looked like he was making some very intricate plans for Sam and I.
Sven just buried his nose in his plate, ever the dedicated trencherman.

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