BROKEN

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Nineteen

 

Monty's bed rest lasts only three days. I'm a little mad at him, because his body needs more time to heal, but I know it's been driving him crazy to be stuck in the bunkhouse while Poppa, Carson, and I work at the river bottom. He's making such a fuss over it that Poppa decides he and Carson will finish working down at the river while I train the horses up here, with Monty supervising me from outside the pen. All we can do is lunge the horses while they're wearing a saddle. Poppa doesn't want me trying to ride them until he and Carson can also be here.

Poppa and Carson work all morning long seeding the new pasture, then Poppa calls a break for the afternoon. That's when Carson and I begin the saddle breaking again, starting with crazy Charlie.

All four of us are on hand this time. Monty and Poppa watch from outside of the pen. I bring Charlie out and lunge him first. Carson is saddling up Amber in a side pen.

Charlie's acting like a completely different horse this time. Calm. Unconcerned. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that this was the horse that tried to bite a hole in my arm and trampled Monty.

We put the saddle on him, and Carson rides Amber around the pen, leading Charlie. I'm draped over Charlie's back, with my legs hanging down to the side. He doesn't care one bit, so it's time to take the final step. Again. I hope Charlie stays calm.

I look at Poppa and Monty. They're nervous, but I'm not. Well, I might be a little excited nervous, because they're depending on me to do this. I can't let them down. I won't let them down.

I move Charlie up next to Amber, so he can't scamper out from under me when I swing into the saddle. He's eyeballing me, and I can guarantee I'm watching him just as close. My arm still hurts from that bite he put on me. "You keep your teeth to yourself," I warn him, gathering up the reins in one hand.

His ears flick back. I know he heard me. I just hope he understands.

I turn the stirrup so I can put my left foot in it. Charlie turns his head to see what I'm doing. I nudge his cheek with my shoulder. "Get your head back around there, boy." Then, before he realizes what I'm doing, I grab the saddle horn and push off the ground with my right foot, swinging myself onto his back.

He grunts and dances around beneath me. I keep the reins tight and squeeze my legs, holding onto him. He tosses his head a bit and starts to hop, but Carson pushes Amber into Charlie's side. I'm talking to Charlie the entire time, telling him it's okay, calming him down. He stops dancing and stands still.

I pat him on the shoulder. "Good boy. Now, walk."

He hesitates for just a second and then starts moving around the outside of the pen with Amber on his inside shoulder, keeping close in case I need to bale off, but it isn't necessary. Charlie slowly calms down and accepts me as his rider.

I blow out my breath. I was hoping it would be this easy, but I was ready for another explosion. As we pass by Monty and Poppa, they're smiling big, pleased as can be and proud.

Well, I am too.

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Chance is a different matter. We know what a rebel he is, so we're expecting trouble.

I start him off with an extra-long lunging session. He does fine with it, but we've been doing that for a week now and he's used to it.

He's also good wearing the saddle and bridle, and he doesn't have a problem with me hanging halfway off him with my chest over the saddle while Carson leads him around on Amber.

But when it's time for me to ride him, he decides to show us what an independent scoundrel he can be. Carson is sitting on Amber, waiting. I collect Chance's reins in one hand, grab the saddle horn, and swing up onto his back. He staggers and shudders. I have the reins pulled in tight, and I'm prepared for him to start bucking. He starts to scoot sideways on me, but Carson moves Amber over so that Chance runs into her side and can't go any farther.

"Settle down, boy," I say, "Gonna take a little walk now. That's all. Shhhh, Chance. Good boy."

He gives a little hop, collects himself, and I can feel his entire body tensing up underneath me. I suck in a breath, ready for whatever Chance has planned.

It's in the next moment I find out what it's like to ride a bucking bronco. I feel him lifting underneath me, rising straight up into the air, then a teeth-jarring collision when his hooves hit the ground and my butt smashes into the saddle. I'm gripping with my legs, pulling the reins down hard like Monty showed me, and shouting at Chance.

The world begins spinning around me. I catch glimpses of Carson and Amber trying to get up next to us, but Chance is a spinning, kicking demon. I know I'm supposed to grab Carson and let him lift me off Chance and pull me to safety, but that's not going to happen now. There's no time. Chance is rearing up, so I have to lean forward and hold on. When he drops to the ground, I throw myself back so he doesn't toss me over his head. He spins again, and I grip with my legs. He kicks, throwing me forward, then tosses his head back, almost catching me in the face, but I twist sideways and haul down on the reins. He takes off at full speed, headed for the pen fence, dodging sideways at the last minute. I'm glued to the saddle, sawing the reins to get him back under control. It's not working, but I'm not letting him throw me either.

Chance gives a few more half-hearted jumps, but I'm ready for him and keep my seat. He rears again, then drops back to the ground. All four feet are planted and he's just standing there, frozen in place, breathing hard.

As quick as it started, the storm ends. He's shaking a little. Heck, so am I. But he stops bucking and gives a little shiver.

I can't read his mind, but I can guess what he's thinking. `This guy isn't getting off, so what do I do now?'

Carson rides Amber over next to me, holding out his arm to grab me.

I shake my head and wait for Chance to make his next move. He snorts and takes a deep breath. "Don't even think about it," I say, pulling the reins tight to let him know I'm still in control.

He blows out his breath, and I can feel him tensing underneath me.

Monty softly says, "Walk him, Truman."

I gently squeeze Chance with my heels. "Walk."

He starts to scoot sideways, but I give him a nudge on that side. "Walk, Chance," I say.

Chance shakes his head in a final sign of defiance, then starts moving forward.

This time, when I pass Poppa and Monty, I see two very different expressions. Poppa's mouth is hanging open in surprise. Monty is grinning from ear to ear.

Carson moves Amber up next to Chance and we walk them both slowly around the pen. Carson claps me on the shoulder. "Good job, cowboy."

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I will never, ever admit this to Poppa, but I've never been so scared in my life. When Chance started bucking, the first thing I thought was, `Shit! I want off.' But then there wasn't time to think anymore, and all I could do was hold on and do everything Monty taught me to do.

When it was over, the first thing I do is check my pants. They feel wet, but it's only sweat, not pee. I'm proud to say I didn't wet myself. But I admit my legs are shaking so bad when I slide down off Chance that I'm worried I'll fall down if I try to walk on my own. In fact, I spend a few seconds patting Chance on the neck and shoulder to give my knees a chance to stop knocking together.

After we put the gear away and turn all the horses out, Poppa and Carson both congratulate me and tell me how impressed they are with my riding. I thank them, then head for the bunkhouse with Monty to get cleaned up for lunch.

Monty doesn't say anything at first. He walks along next to me, giving me a chance to process all the emotions I'm feeling at the moment. Excitement. Pride. Terror. Astonishment.

As we walk into the bunkhouse, Monty asks, "Your legs stop wobbling?"

I glance at him, surprised. "You noticed that."

He chuckles and nods. "Sure did. Takes the legs a minute to figure out you're no longer on the horse and that you're on solid ground again."

Gulping, I say, "It wasn't really that, Monty." I hope he won't think I'm a cowardly little boy. "I have to be honest with you. I was so scared when I finally slid off Chance's back, I was afraid my legs wouldn't hold me up."

He motions for me to sit down on his bed. He sits next to me and throws his arm around me, pulling me into a sideways hug. "Every time a horse bucked like that with me, my legs were so wobbly I had to do the same thing you did. Mostly, it's adrenaline telling your legs to hold on tight if you want to live." He pokes me in the side and we both laugh. "And part of it is realizing you've just been on the scariest darned ride ever, rode it out to the end, and lived to tell about it."

"I'm still shaking," I admit, grinning at Monty. I hold out my hand to show him that my fingers are quivering slightly.

"No shame in being scared, cowboy. It keeps you sharp and paying attention."

"Do you ever stop being scared?" I ask.

"Nope," he replies with a grin, "but you don't let your fears stop you. You get back on the horse no matter how you feel. And you keep on riding."

I nod my head. "I can do that."

"I know you can. I'm so darned proud of you, Truman." He squeezes me hard. "Get in the shower and get cleaned up. I'll get you some clean clothes to change into."

"Are you going to help me out with my shower?" I ask, grinning.

"What? You forget how to wash off your stinky butt?"

"It's not my butt I want help with," I reply, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

He slides his hand down to my butt and pinches it. "Later," he promises.

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It's later.

Supper is over and Monty and I are in the bunkhouse, looking back over all we accomplished today. Saddle breaking Charlie and Chance in the morning. Same for Misty in the afternoon, without all the fireworks; she didn't give me a lick of trouble, just as we expected.

I'm a little sore. Getting tossed around by Chance affected me more than I realized, and my body is just now letting me know that some of my muscles are a bit strained, especially my arms. My back is also sore. I think he jarred my spine a couple of times too.

Monty's answer for my sore body is a nice, long, hot shower. His hand feels incredible, slowly soaping up my back, neck, chest, and belly. He can't bend over to wash my legs yet; it still hurts his ribs.

Even though I'm sore all over, I give him a good washing too. It's fun and sexy. When I get to his butt, I clean his hole really good, slipping my finger inside.

"What are doing back there, cowboy?" he asks, as if he didn't know.

"Getting you good and clean everywhere," I reply, sliding my soapy finger up inside him. His butt clinches down on my finger, then relaxes, and I slip my finger even deeper. Monty's groaning a bit, so I know he likes it.

You see, this is what we have to do if we're going to have butt sex. Everything I've read tells about how important it is to get completely clean up in there. It's makes sense, and it will probably be a lot more fun if we're not worried about getting ... you know ... on our cocks when we're doing it. I'm pretty sure we can do most of the cleaning with the shower spray nozzle. It disconnects from the wall and hangs on a long, flexible hose, and there's a setting you can use that will squirt out a single stream of water. That should be perfect for cleaning out inside our butts. I'm not sure I like the idea of blasting water up inside myself like that, but I really want to try butt stuff with Monty, so I guess I need to get used to it.

It's getting easier to slide my finger in and out of Monty's hole. Nice and slippery and not as tight as it was at first. I think he may be all set for the squirting spray nozzle part.

"I like what you're doing," Monty says as he turns around slowly, pulling away from my probing finger, "but we're not ready for that yet."

I'm confused when I hear this. "I thought you said we could do butt sex, once we decide we're in love with each other."

"I did say that, but I still think it's a little early."

"Why?" I ask. I'm getting a little irritated, and I reach around Monty, find his hole, and push my finger too far, making him yelp. "Sorry," I say, pulling my finger out and hanging my head.

He puts his left arm around me, giving me a half hug. I wrap both my arms around him and gently pull him against me. We still have to be careful with his right side and those sore ribs and broken collarbone. I tuck my head under his chin and sigh. "We love each other, Monty. I don't see why we should wait."

Monty kisses the top of my head. "Truman, when I see you riding those horses, there's no doubt in my mind that you're a grown man and a darned fine cowboy. But you're also thirteen. We're already movin' kinda fast with the blowjobs and stuff. I wanna make sure you're ready before going to the next step."

I'm disappointed. Of course, I am. I hold onto him and don't say anything.

"Are you upset with me, Truman?"

"No. Not upset. Just a little frustrated." I pull away and look up into his eyes. "Monty, I know I'm only thirteen and I'm new at all this. But I love everything we do together, and it's all been fun so far. You say you want to be sure I'm ready. I think I am ready."

"You might be. Sticking your finger in my butt tells me you're not shy about it." He kisses my nose playfully. "But trust me on this one, Truman. I have my reasons for wanting to wait."

"Fine. Then explain it to me. I need to understand."

He thinks about it for a bit, then nods as if he has reached a decision. "Okay, cowboy. Let's just talk man-to-man for a minute about how this is gonna work."

"Good," I say. "That's what I want."

"Okay." Monty releases the hug and moves back a step. We're both hard, sticking straight up in the air between us. Monty points at my cock, about the size of a quarter in diameter and four inches long. "I was fourteen the first time Jonas stuck his cock in my butt. He was a bit bigger than you, but not quite as big as me."

I try to picture that. Monty's cock is thick and long, at least seven inches. Jonas must have been around five or six inches long and fairly wide. "Did it hurt going in?" I ask.

Monty nods. "We didn't have a clue what we were doing? We just put a little spit on it, and he shoved it in. Hurt like hell!"

I try not to giggle, but Monty is grinning at me, so I know he thinks it was funny too. "What did you do?" I ask.

"I made him pull it out! Then we waited a minute, until my butt quit aching, and we tried again. He didn't shove it in, but went a little slower."

"And it worked that time?" I guess.

"No. He got halfway in and my butt started cramping again. I yelled and pulled off him as fast as I could. I was ready to quit trying."

I have to laugh this time. "That's not how you're supposed to do it," I say.

"How do you know?" Monty asks.

"I've read stuff. I know about getting ready, stretching your butt first, all that."

Monty frowns. "I keep forgetting how smart you are. Well, we didn't read about it first. We didn't know all the things you know, so we were poking around in the dark, if you know what I mean."

"Did you ever figure it out?" I ask.

"Yep. Eventually. We learned to use lots of lubrication, on his cock and inside my butt. Just having him put a dab of Vaseline up in there with his finger was all it took to get me nice and loose. The third time he pushed his cock in, it was great for both of us. Jonas loved it so much he went a little crazy, pounding into me until he came."

"I'm a lot smaller than Jonas. It should be easy for you to take this." And to make my point clear, I grab my boner and rub it against Monty's boner. Sword fight!

He chuckles. "I'm sure I can handle you, Truman, but when you get inside me, it's gonna feel incredible to you. The best feeling ever. And if you start pounding me like Jonas did that first time, I'm afraid it's going to hurt, what with my banged-up body and all."

Now I'm finally understanding what Monty is trying to tell me. I want to say it won't happen. I want to be able to promise him that I'll go slow and not hurt him, but I can see what he means. I might lose control and go too fast, which would be bad for him. I don't want to do that.

Monty takes his own cock in his hand and rubs it against mine. "And even though I'm sure I can handle you up inside my butt, I know you're not ready for this yet. You can see how big I am, Truman."

I giggle. "I know how big you are, Monty. My jaw hurts after I've been sucking you for a minute." I'm getting horny, rubbing my dick against his and talking about butt sex. "But I want to do this, and I'm sure you can get my butt ready for your big monster!"

Monty moves closer, holding both our cocks in his hand and slowly stroking them at the same time. "I'm sure I can too, Truman, but I want to take the time to do it right. Going too fast will hurt you, and I won't do that. I want your first experience to be wonderful, not painful."

I'm feeling like a silly kid now. A horny, but silly kid. Monty's right. I'm trying to go too fast, all because my hormones are making me randy. I push my body against Monty's, trapping his hand and our boners between us, and hug him. I press my lips against his and give him the sweetest, slowest kiss I can. Then I say, "You're right, Monty. I do want this, but not tonight. I'll trust you, and I'll wait until you say we're ready."

He slides his left hand around to my butt cheek and gives it a gentle squeeze. "That doesn't mean there aren't other fun things I can teach you instead."

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Monty moves us to his bed, after drying off, and has me lie down while he kneels next to the bed on my left and leans over my throbbing boner. This doesn't look like something new to me. He's sucked me before, and I love it, but it's not even as new as the sixty-nine position we tried a few days ago, so I don't understand what Monty is planning to show me.

He places his left arm between my legs and fondles my balls while he licks my cock. Still nothing new, but nice as ever. He pulls my knees apart and rubs his thumb behind my balls while he licks first one ball, then the other. Also nice, but still no different.

He looks at me and gives me a devilish smile as he places one finger in his mouth and gets it slippery with spit. What is he doing?

He works his hand underneath me, and I feel him searching for my butt hole. When he finds it, he rubs his finger in a small circle, getting the outside of my hole nice and wet. This is different. It's good, and I like where this is going. The rest of my body is feeling relaxed, but my butt hole is tingling a little, and my cock is jumping in anticipation.

I feel his finger push in the center of my hole and slide partway in. Something stops him. I know I read about something called a sphincter muscle. I've felt it myself when I've been cleaning back there. It was weird how it didn't want to open up, but finally did when I pushed hard enough. That's what Monty is doing now, but he's not pushing like he wants to get inside right away. He's teasing me. Pushing in a little, turning his finger, and pulling out. In a little deeper, then back out. He spits on his finger and uses his thumb to rub all around my hole, making it super slippery now.

I want him to go faster. My cock is throbbing like crazy now, and it's leaking too. There's a long, clear string dripping from the end down to my belly. Monty licks it off and kisses the end of my cock. I moan to let him know I like this too, and he slides his mouth over my cock and down an inch or so. His mouth is warm and wet, sliding lower and lower, until soon he has his lips around the base of my cock and he's sucking me gently.

That's when I realize his finger has pushed past the ring in my butt, prying me open completely and sliding up inside me. I'm completely loose now, so his finger is sliding easily in and out. Going deeper. Deeper. Then he touches a place up inside me that makes me jump. His finger wiggles around, rubbing the same spot harder. I feel electric tingles from my balls to my scalp.

This is very different and very, very nice.

I arch my back and push down on his hand. I want his finger as deep as it will go. I want my cock in his throat. I can't decide which one feels better. I'm pushing up into his mouth and back onto his finger. Monty knows what I want and begins thrusting his finger in and out as fast as he can while he increases the suction on my cock. When my orgasm starts, I have to pull a pillow to my mouth to keep from screaming. My butt clamps down on his finger. My cock swells and explodes. My body is shaking, spasming, quivering. I've never cum this much, this long. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

Monty slides his finger out of my butt, but he keeps my cock inside his mouth. He tickles my balls gently and continues sucking me, slowly pulling every last drop from my body.

I'm limp. My eyes are closed and I can't move, except for jumping a little bit when I feel another drop of cum being pulled up my shaft by Monty's suctioning mouth. I place my hand on the side of Monty's face and begin rubbing his cheek.

He pulls off my cock. It plops against my tummy with a slimy smack. He moves up my body, kissing my belly, my ribs, my neck. I turn my head and meet his lips with my own, stroking his face with both my hands as I slide my tongue into his mouth. The taste of my own cum is sweet.

He pulls away, grimacing slightly. "I'm starting to hurt," he explains.

I slide off his bed on the far side. "Lie down, Monty." I help him get onto the bed and make himself comfortable.

He lies still for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths. "That's better. I just can't bend over like that for very long."

I snicker. "It was long enough."

His body is stretched out in front of me. He's wearing nothing but the sling on his right arm. It's resting on his belly, so I can't see the fine line of hair running down to his pubes. But I can run my fingers down his legs, covered by a fine smattering of dark hairs, back up between his legs to his fuzzy balls. They're big, lots bigger than mine, but perfectly sized for his big cock, which is very hard at the moment.

I pull his legs apart and lie down between them, scooting up until my nose is underneath his furry nuggets. I sniff and smell the rich musk coming from behind my man's balls. I lick them, one at a time, and begin sucking them. I can't quite get them both into my mouth, but I try.

I can hear muffled moans coming from Monty, so I lift my head and look at him. He's holding a pillow over his face. So soon? I haven't even really started yet!

I go back down to his balls and suck them again, while running my hand up to his cock. I slowly stroke him, rubbing my thumb all around the cap. He's oozing a bit already, and I use his precum to get the end of his cock slippery. He must like it. The moans coming from behind the pillow are getting louder.

I drop his balls and scoot up a bit more, pulling his cock down so I can suck on it. My fingers and thumb are covered in his precum, so I reach down between his legs and search until I find his pucker. I rub around first, doing everything Monty did with me. I feel his pucker opening and closing, so I push my finger inside. I'm surprised when it pushes right through the tight ring and up into him. He's velvety soft in there, and amazingly hot. I feel the soft flesh gripping my finger, resisting me going deeper, then opening up for me. I push until my knuckles are against his butt cheek. I wiggle my finger around until Monty jumps, letting me know I've found the spot where I need to be. His squealing moans are a good indication too.

I hold my finger in place and start bobbing my head on his cock, squeezing my lips on the sensitive ridge every time I slide up and down. The sound of his flesh popping in and out of my mouth is super sexy. I start thrusting my finger in and out of his butt, just like he did me.

He's groaning now, and even the pillow can't muffle his cries of pleasure.

His butt clamps down on my finger, squeezing so tight I can't push it in or out. The end of his cock swells in my mouth. Hot blasts of cum splatter the back of my throat, then quickly fill my mouth. There's more than I can swallow. My cheeks puff out and massive globs leak out, pouring down the sides of his cock.

I pull off and watch as Monty's cock keeps lurching, oozing out more and more cum. I'm amazed. It must have felt good to him. Well, of course, it did. It felt great to me when Monty was poking inside me and sucking me at the same time, so I'm glad I was able to make it feel just as good for him.

I spend the next minute licking up all the cum that's dripping down Monty's cock. There are even a few blobs down on his balls, so I lick everywhere, taking my time. I really like how he tastes. It's a little sharp and tangy, but mostly sweet like mine. And it's Monty's cum, so that makes it extra special.

When he's finally clean, I crawl out from between his legs and look at him. He's pulled the pillow down, and he's smiling at me, very happy. I pull a blanket over his naked body, then walk around to his left side and climb underneath with him.

"That was wonderful, Monty," I whisper, cuddling into his side.

"Yes, it was," he agrees.

I need to say something, and I hope he'll understand. I rub my cheek on his chest and whisper, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, cowboy."

"Do you want to know what I'm thanking you for?" I ask.

"Sure."

"There are a few things. First, thank you for what you just showed me."

"You liked it then?"

I nod my head. "I loved it, and I want to do it again tomorrow."

"Okay."

I pause for a moment, thinking about how I want to say this next part. "I also want to thank you for making me wait."

Monty doesn't respond, and I appreciate that about him. He knows sometimes I need to explain things so that I can understand them myself, so he doesn't interrupt, but allows me to finish. I toy with the hair on his chest for a moment, then say, "We're boyfriends now."

Monty seems a bit surprised. "Boyfriends?"

"Well, yeah. I mean ... we sleep together and we cuddle and we suck each other and everything. Doesn't that make us boyfriends?"

Monty gives me a gentle hug. "Sure thing, cowboy. I love having you as my boyfriend."

"Good," I say, "but being boyfriends means more than having fun sexy times. We also need to learn to trust each other. Well ... actually, I need to learn to trust you. You know so much more than I do. You know about training horses and what it means to fall in love and all the sexy things boys can do together in bed. You also know what it's like to be thirteen and want this so much that you get in a hurry sometimes and try to go too fast. But the most important thing you know is how to help me slow down without making me angry or upset, so I'm really grateful that you're my boyfriend." I kiss his chest and add, "I love you."

Monty knows I'm finished talking. His left hand makes gentle circles on my lower back, just the way I like it. He sighs and says, "Truman, you aren't the only one who has something to be grateful for. I want to thank you too."

I cuddle into him and whisper, "For what, Monty?"

"For making me the happiest man on earth. I love you, Truman."

I close my eyes and hug him. Cuddle time. Breathing in his smell and feeling his warmth all against the front of me. Loving the man I'm holding in my arms. Falling into sleep without even trying.

 

The end of BROKEN, Chapter Nineteen